Anima Mundi Spira Mirabilis

A smattering of pixels, sputtering words, in-between heartbeats.

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The inner life has its soft and gentle beauty; an abstract formlessness as well as a subtle charm. I often consider myself as a figure in a foggy painting: faltering lines, insecure distances, and a merging of greys and blacks. An emotion or a mood—a mere wisp of color—is shaded off and made to spread until it becomes one with all that surrounds it.
Virginia Woolf, from Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909 (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 1991)

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I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because romantic doesn’t mean sugary. It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.
Catherine Breillat, “Interview by Martin Tsai,” The New York Sun  (via petrichour)

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