A Light Here Required A Shadow There.

by daily dying i have come to be

[allflowerskeeplight]

Spirited Away (Miyazaki, 2001)

[danger]

Unitled by  sophiexholden

[allflowerskeeplight]

back in a bad pattern of eating again.

i’m so hungry.

this guy in NA who has become really important called me thick. It got quite inappropriate but it’s nothing I want to act on. he’s with someone but if he wasn’t i’m sure it would just be physical and I don’t want that. i’m scared of that. and I care about our friendship.

I have a problem

I like challenges. 

I figured out how to make a paper crane today. patience required.

this other kid in NA, who I've seen from the beginning and is so fucking awkward but devoted to his program, I had rapport with solely within making smaller and smaller fortune tellers out of starburst wrappers and then I slid them to him during the meeting as I saw him looking and he was sitting beside me. he arranged them. then I showed him how I fold a dollar so just the eyes are peering out. he joked that it was avant-garde 

we barely spoke though

then I saw him at another meeting sunday and he awkwardly punched my shoulder, something I often do.

anyway I made my first crane for him to continue the rapport.

my birthday is this coming sunday. my two best friends in NA and I are going to go to a meeting and watch zombie films before and after. two men mid/late 30s and I love them dearly and they love me.

one called us the quiet group and family. family.

[allflowerskeeplight]

[kosmaks]

[justjulespictures]

He who binds to himself a joy

Doth the winged life destroy.

He who kisses the joy as it flies,

Lives in eternity’s sunrise.

~ William Blake 

[gifmovie]

[666cecile]

[imnook]

[joeinct]

Pusher, (Peanut Vendor), Washington DC, Photo by Rosalind Solomon, 1977

[allflowerskeeplight]

Wildflowers don't grow in the city My heart turns gray and shriveled now I want to be who I wasn't I want to dance in my field of blue A child running for nothin' I watched you go, my feet were glued

[allflowerskeeplight]

Come to find out I'm a can on a string, you're on the end We find our way out Of a suicide pact of our family and friends In the background I'll be waiting

[allflowerskeeplight]

The body grows tired when no sleep can mend it  And time has chased and killed all of our friends  There's no place left in the sky for them to send us to  Just lay down and let the light come through the doors  Cover up our dreams, cover up the years  As you take, our bodies will make the raspberries grow

[lepasau-dela]

Joseph Cornell Nymphlight (1957)

[regardintemporel]

Otto Piene -  Blue eye silver, 1977

[malviajarte-exe]

Funeral Parade of Roses (1969, Toshio Matsumoto)

[danielstolle-deactivated2019011]

Illustration for an article titled “Inner Voice”, about inner speech - the way we talk to ourselves in our heads by Charles Fernyhough. High resolution version right here. Art direction by Craig Mackie.