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Love scorns all Ties but those that are his own
Love scorns all Ties but those that are his own
Love scorns all Ties but those that are his own
Love scorns all Ties but those that are his own
Love scorns all Ties but those that are his own
Love scorns all Ties but those that are his own
Love scorns all Ties but those that are his own
Love scorns all Ties but those that are his own
Love scorns all Ties but those that are his own
Love scorns all Ties but those that are his own
Love scorns all Ties but those that are his own
Love scorns all Ties but those that are his own

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Eliza Haywood

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"I dream of the intellectual destroyer of evidence and universalities, the one who, in the inertias and constraints of the present, locates and marks the weak points, the openings, the lines of power, who incessantly displaces himself, doesn’t know exactly where he is heading nor what he’ll think tomorrow because he is too attentive to the present…"
— Foucault

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Internal movement will be contingent on the romantic history
of blooming trees. Only the quality of fish inside our bones
will suffer the calculated loss of a respectable tide.
The meaning of my name can be attributed
to the recessive indifference of imaginative birds.
The meaning of yours, to the conclusive dismissal
of declarative height. What else do you want to know
about the industrious habits of small animals
with incurable feelings of rage?
from Together We Will Talk Right Down To Earth by Eszter Takacs (via tracydimond)