Shallow Rights
Just an occasional blog, mostly musics.
Right now I'm changing pleasantries with you.
Soon I'll be departing from your life ;(
Say goodbye at least, click here
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"Schools have classes called “women’s studies,” and “African-American literature” because the standard for existence set by white men has yet to be rescinded in this age. “Normal” history is the history of a certain class of white people, from the perspective of men. All the other histories are precisely that: other."
— Cunt: A Declaration of Independence. (via ratsandcandy666)
- &nbps;
Artist: No information specified.
Song: Active Child - Hanging On
Album: No information specified.
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Active Child | Hanging On
"What do we mean by saying that existence precedes essence? We mean that man first of all exists, encounters himself, surges up in the world – and defines himself afterwards. If man as the existentialist sees him is not definable, it is because to begin with he is nothing. He will not be anything until later, and then he will be what he makes of himself. Thus, there is no human nature, because there is no God to have a conception of it. Man simply is. Not that he is simply what he conceives himself to be, but he is what he wills, and as he conceives himself after already existing – as he wills to be after that leap towards existence. Man is nothing else but that which he makes of himself. That is the first principle of existentialism."
— Jean-Paul Sartre, Existentialism Is a Humanism (via pill0whead)
"Rien ne peut nous séduire, rien nous attirer ; rien ne fait se dresser notre oreille, se fixer notre regard ; rien, par nous, n’est choisi dans la multitude des choses et ne rend inégale notre âme, qui ne soit, en quelque manière ou préexistant dans notre être, ou attendu secrètement par notre nature."
— Paul Valery (Eupalinos)
Desecrated hoax shows the pattern underneath my skin. Lost in the winds are the novels of a broken device, unwillingly contagious, swatting my plot through out the labyrinth.
deviously escaping this communion change.
how you wear that malice is somewhere beyond this world but beneath my eyelid i’m held by this broken vessel and with burning bruises
Thriving out of fragile innocent wishes under suspicious reflections, over purging walls
Unpigmented shackles counterfeit our mutual addiction
asthedarknessconsumesthelight:
It took so long to remember just what happened.
I was so young and vestal then,
you know it hurt me,
but I’m breathing so I guess I’m still alive
even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
I’ve got my hands bound,
my head down , my eyes closed,
half-closed, wide-open.
Do unto others what has been done to you!
im a creep
May bugs are definitely the work of the devil. Look at their fur jackets and fake lashes.
- &nbps;
Artist: Quantic & Alice Russell With The Combo Barbaro
Song: Similau
Album: Look Around The Corner
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Quantic and Alice Russell | Similau
