Wednesday, October 13, 2010

“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”

— Anaïs Nin

art and quote via all for your mind ( Juliana Neufeld's magical tumblr )

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