Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "The Waves," originally published in 1931
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Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "The Waves," originally published in 1931
as Suki Waterhouse said “your twenties are the trenches”
I just realised I actually don’t care about Tyler the creator
Like yes his music is ok. But I don’t care. Nothing against the person but I just really don’t care.
this appiles to men and only men
when you make a niche chronically online reference and no one gets it. this is how i feel.
that part
as the cranberries said " do u have to let it linger"
because its lingering and it don't feel fucking great
ttpd actually is her best album. its because its confessional and ceremonial. its empathic and more personable. it redefines finding meaning in "everyday" art for a new generation. vulnerability is what makes great art. its so important!!!
artists viewing art
this is sort of something that i wonder if other people relate to. it fine if its just me, but it would be nice to know if someone else out there felt the same.
| every artist's voice is unique. even the ones that recycle old thought. for the majority of my life I have always thought that i had something to say. something to say that others could not voice. been a fly on the wall collecting observations in the jar of my brain. picking up on the subtleties of people's feelings. cringey and cliche i know but, i had always felt different and inferior to those around me. like an outsider looking into something. trying to ascertain little social idiosyncrasies to copy and translate for select audiences and modify my behavior to fit accordingly. like trying to hand someone roses and concealing the thorns with a crust of aluminium foil. compressing the foil so tightly around the stems to sufficate and mask the thorns apperance, so as not to let them peak out. in turn doing the opposite and letting the thorns stab through the glistening pewter.
everytime i have something to say that makes sense to me, im lost for words. it's almost like the kid from miss pergines home for perculiar children that can project dreams through his eye. i need that peculiarallity. (sorry if you don't know the lore)
my psychiatrist compared me as having the same mindset of david bowie. according to him, he was known for saying things like "i want this melody to sound like the colour green". which to me makes perfect sense. but to others won't.
i find it so hard to consume art without other artist ideas seeping into my work, which #1 annoys me, because i don't like recycling of art when it is not needed, nor for the fact that i have always strived to be individual since i was little. i have no idea why, it has just been something that i found was of the utmost importance in the way i expressed myself to the world. so, my question is, how does one view art and draw inspiration without copying and pasting the underlying essence of an idea?
side note: it also sucks ass because every orignal idea that i have had has either been stolen or i have no received the proper accreditation for which grinds my gears even more. i would like some reccognition even if its just minor.
having a creative voice is one of my most important assests and a refuse to give it up in the name of being normal. as haruki murkami says "the slience is so deep that it hurts our ears" this appiles to me, but for my brain. for my brain is a bubbling cauldron and will overflow if the heat is kept up too high.
band aids
recently i have been changing medication for my depression and anxiety. it makes me feel very conflicted because, i'll forget to take them for ages and just end up feeling more shit than when im on them. obviously listen to what your medical professionals tell you to do, but for me it just feels like a quick fix for an underlying issue. but then going about aiding to tackle to underlying issue is never guranteed to have a positive result or not even knowing in the first place, how to go about tackling it.
its just one of those shitty band aids with barbie or sparkly rainbow your parents would put on a graized knee when you fell over as a kid. it makes you feel better, but then you will eventually have rip it off. which will sting and cause panic and tears.
but then it almost feels like some sort of personal neglect to not take the thing that will remedy. but then i come back to the thought, whether it is actually remedying the sitaution or sticking a coverup on the thing that is oozing and infected
Lucy Dacus was so real for “always an angel, never a god”
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Do I have to say anymore
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