"Will there someday come a time when my anger dissipates as well? Will there come a day when my mouth drops open, I forget my resistance to all things and accept them instead, when I no longer distinguish between men and women, when I transcend all of the artifice that I spread? Will there come a day when, on that distant horizon, I merge with the surface of that pulsating space? Will there come a day when I begin to draw my breath in such a world, so faint and indistinct?"

Yohji Yamamoto, My Dear Bomb (via crystallizations)

(Source: organization)

georgia o’keefe