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Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.
— Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via falso-graal)
ambedo n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life
