forever-fleur:

This is so true. pe We Heart It.

forever-fleur:

This is so true. pe We Heart It.

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El paraíso no se describe - Se vive (!) 💛 |

El paraíso no se describe - Se vive (!) 💛 |

The only logical explanation is that I was made for another world |

The only logical explanation is that I was made for another world |

Encuentre su propio peso y juegue | ⚠️

Encuentre su propio peso y juegue | ⚠️

Instalación “I’m so fucking happy” / Que lluevan los confetti 💙

Instalación “I’m so fucking happy” / Que lluevan los confetti 💙

"Y aprendí que mientras más te aferras a algo, menos te pertenece" | #JorgePineda #Expo

"Y aprendí que mientras más te aferras a algo, menos te pertenece" | #JorgePineda #Expo

He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.
— from Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, whose birthday is today. (via wearethesecretcity)
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To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.
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literaryjukebox:

He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her. Petra Cotes, for her part, loved him more and more as she felt his love increasing, and that was how in the ripeness of autumn she began to believe once more in the youthful superstition that poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled fornication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude. Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out people they kept on blooming like little children and playing together like dogs.

Gabriel García Márquez in One Hundred Years of Solitude

Happy Birthday Gabo!

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bearpope:

Alejandro Cartagena captured Mexican workers on their way to job sites in Car Poolers. This is such an amazing and simple photo series. 

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