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There’s a moment in our lives that everyone gets—a sudden realization that there are more than 6 billion souls on this planet—and each one lit by an ineffable light, each one endless in its own mystery and reach, burning like stars inside the dark vacuum of the universe. This moment can hit you like a thrown brick, or touch you like a soft finger—but once it does, you can’t deny it.  Faced with the immensity of this world, you can go down and let it drown you like a rising tide…or you can say fuck it and try to do your thing anyway.  Stars don’t feel jealousy, although their numbers are beyond measure.  Stars don’t feel lonely, although they are always alone.  This what the stars do: burn, and burn, and burn, and burn, and burn, and burn, and burn…

Astrid Oudheusden. Dreams.

@triplecherry

hella trol buzy x peny gorig

(That’s why they’ll cut off your feet. That’s why they’ll seal your eyes with bits of ancient maps. That’s why they’ll say your name in celebration of the pancreas. Got it? That’s why the uterus is darker - intestine and cornea-. That’s why they’ll cut out prayer. Got it?) -Luna Miguel Santos: living / sugar cancer -Ana Santos Payán: living / mom cancer -Pedro Miguel Tomás: living / health cancer -Chus Tomás: living / patience cancer -Pedro Miguel: dead / grandpa cancer -Mercedes Payán: living / loneliness cancer -Manolo Santos: living / family cancer -José Ángel Valente: dead / light cancer -Roberto Bolaño: dead / probabilities cancer -David Foster Wallace: dead / economic cancer -Marcel Schwob: dead / syphilitic cancer -Antonio J. Rodríguez: living / Europe cancer (That’s why it hurts me, you know? That’s why my blood hurts: because it’s outside. And inside it doesn’t hurt and outside it kills. And inside it doesn’t ache and outside it frightens. What intense blood. How dangerous. That’s why it hurts me, understand. Do you understand?) _ Luna Miguel http://www.shabbydollhouse.com/museum-of-cancers

I have one breast bigger than the other. So men caress the one that is more bulky. They are smart. I think. It’s an animal instinct. My chest my breast my tit purple from bites from the cold from imperfection. Only you are perfect only him, I say, greasy heart, he prefers the smell of shit to the smell of bleach he and the perfect defect of his warm chin from his warm touch from his sterile I love you. _ Luna Miguel   (translated by Jeremy Spencer) http://www.amazon.com/Bluebird-Other-Tattoos-Otros/dp/0578098903/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1375579293&sr=8-1&keywords=luna+miguel

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