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Best not to mix the past with the present. The present paints the past with gold, the past paints the present with lead. When I run backwards I feel the desperation rise. Best for me to hurtle headlong into the present. Never look back. Maybe catch on fire if I do it right.
That’s all there is. The Right Now. If we don’t plant ourselves in the front row of the present, I predict that if any of us reach old age, we’ll be sitting on the front porch thinking “Damn, shoulda burned all the temples, screamed and danced and dragged life through the coals.” I align myself with life’s brutal headlong lunge towards Death. I am in motion at all times. Waging war with you, Exhaustion. Winning some and losing some.
Henry Rollins, Black Coffee Blues (via auntblaazer) +
The only regret I will have in dying is if it’s not for love. Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (via hellanne) +
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Eliot Elisofon: A US Navy flier and his date smoking on the coast of Morocco. Casablanca, 1943
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Stare. It is the way to educate your eye, and more. Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long. Walker Evans (via onlyoldphotography) +
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