Balanced Human

Strong shadow / Strong light

[grlonth3m00n]

even if i go missing on my other socials i can always be found here

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

"He makes this confession only in the dark…"

– Anaïs Nin, from “The Fear of Nice,” Waste of Timelessness and Other Early Stories (Magic Circle Press, 1977)

[soracities]

“You’re [a] monster. But so am I—which is why I can’t turn away from you.”

— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous: A Novel

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Athan Anagnostopoulos, from “Maria Nephele: A Poem In Two,”

[clawmarks]

Robert Zund - Im Eichwald - 1850 - via Christie's

[haverst]

source / Haverst

[funeral]

In today's state of hyperactivity, where boredom is not allowed to emerge, we never reach the state of deep mental relaxation. The information society is an age of heightened mental tension, because the essence of information is surprise and the stimulus it provides. The tsunami of information means that our perceptual apparatus is permanently stimulated. It can no longer enter into contemplation. The tsunami of information fragments our attention. It prevents the contemplative lingering that is essential to narrating and careful listening . . . In the process of digitalization, . . . information acquires an altogether different status. Reality itself takes on the form of information and data. For the most part, we perceive reality in terms of information or through the lens of information. Information is an idea—that is, a re-representation. When reality takes the form of information, the immediate experience of presence withers. When digitalization gives everything the form of information, reality is flattened.

Byung-Chul Han, The Crisis of Narration

[rh4esthetics]

[warizoh]

[gothredy]

[contemptible-scoundrel]

What the fuck are u even talking abt

[pmamtraveller]

Death and the Maiden by Ana Sanchez

[funeral]

Eve and the serpent, silver buckle, Félix Rasumny, ca. 1900

[softestaura]

Dilara Findikoglu FW23

[roua-poemului]

“I saw only her. The room was full of her alone.”

— Margarita Aliger on Anna Akhmatova, “A Life of Anna Akhmatova”.

[roua-poemului]

“I felt him in everything. And what I felt was too deep.”

— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947.

[askyea-poesy]

I've never been free in my whole life. Inside I've always chased myself.

Clarice Lispector