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loxour

@liquid-s

25; Moldova, Republic of (Spain or Romania) it´s said that falling in love only takes 7 seconds........ 7···6··5···4··3···2··1 - you´re still not, then GTFO a little explanation: in this blog you won´t see glamour, luxury or fashion - but you´ll see hard work and creativity .... at least that is my point of view. I do not own any of these pictures
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Secondly, true sociability requires a context. We are generally under such pressure to appear normal, self-possessed and solid, we are understandably uninclined spontaneously to disclose our true selves. Our default mode is – without anything sinister being meant by this – to lie about who we are and what is really going on in our lives. This suggests that a genuinely social occasion might be rather different from what we typically envisage. We think of a ‘good host’ as someone who makes sure there is enough wine and, at a pinch, ensures people know each other’s names. But in the profound sense, a good host is someone who creates the conditions in which strangers can start to feel safe about being sad and desperate together. Unfortunately, the modern world seems particularly resistant to anything that seems artificial around parties, which threatens to evoke that most dreaded of all social genres: the corporate get-together. The thought is simply to pack a room and leave the rest to nature. But a commitment to deep sociability might lead us to recognise that we depend on a little artful choreography to get us into the psychological zone in which connections can unfold. We might need encouragement – and even a helpful lanyard – to share a little of what is sad within us. We need help in networking, not in order to find new investment opportunities  but so as to identify shared regrets, humiliations and feelings of despair.
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moodoofoo

Rirkrit Tiravanija Untitled 2017 (fear eats the soul) (white flag), 2017 nylon, hand appliqué 48 × 72 inches edition of 1 + 1 AP

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Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via youngfolksociety)