“When the starry sky, a vista of open seas or a stained glass window shedding purple beams fascinate me, there is a cluster of meaning, of colors, of words, of caresses, there are light touches, scents, sighs, cadences that arise, shroud me, carry me away, and sweep me beyond the things that I see, hear, or think. The ‘sublime’ object dissolves in the raptures of a bottomless memory. It is such a memory, which, from stopping point to stopping point, remembrance to remembrance, love to love, transfers that object to the refulgent point of the dazzlement in which I stray in order to be.”
– Julia Kristeva, Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection, trans. Leon S. Roudiez

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sfux:

i feel like people who eat breakfast really have their lives together

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Me: I'm so happy!!
Universe: That's unacceptable, stop it.