Is it not possible that a place could have a huge affection for those who dwell there? Perhaps your place loves having you there. It misses you when you are away and in its secret way rejoices when you return. Could it be possible that a landscape might have a deep friendship with you? That it could feel your presence and feel the care you extend towards it? Perhaps your favorite place feels proud of you …
― John O’Donohue, from Beauty: The Invisible Embrace (Harper, 2004) (via geopsych)
Je fais du vélo, dans cette ville qui porte si peu mes pas. Ici je n’ai la conscience que des enveloppes :
Enveloppes de ferraille, de béton, enveloppes de verre.
Dur, tout est dur, cassant, interrompu constamment par de nouveaux motifs, par des lignes imparfaites.
Chaque information…
Eroticism is one of the basic means of self-knowledge, as indispensable as poetry.
―
Anaïs Nin, In Favor of the Sensitive Man and Other Essays
(via foxesinbreeches)
You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.
― Danielle LaPorte, The Positivity of Pride (via sadgee)
(Source : larmoyante)
