The Ianez Compendium

I am spinning madly in this absence of matter. My words blot out the silence and whenever I step, I sing.

[burmesejorjiapits]

HEY HELLO THERE, REMEMBER ME??

I will be posting things here and writing as often as possible here....

[freewarhol]

Indeed it has come. A time for taking of toast and tea. A time for a maybe, plus you plus me. Evenings mornings and after Noons, I’ve measured these days till when I’d see you soon. So how should I presume? And how do I begin? To prepare my ear for the sound of your din. Slippery...

[burmesejorjiapits]

Feels like home.. (Taken with Instagram)

[considerthishippie]

[glittertomb]

by miarnabella

[burmesejorjiapits]

Barking in the night announces the coming storm. Tiptoes and raindrops.

[musadinessuno-blog]

[burmesejorjiapits]

Love. Love. Love..

[fuckyeahtattoos]

[burmesejorjiapits]

Now the sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence... Someone might possibly have escaped their singing, but from their silence- never.

Franz Kafka, Parables

[theparisreview]

[Fiction is] a process of producing grand, beautiful, well-ordered lies that tell more truth than any assemblage of facts.

Julian Barnes (via theparisreview)

[sunbeamdaydreams-deactivated202]

[burmesejorjiapits]

red-mess:

every single time.

some obsessions..

[burmesejorjiapits]

ruin-me:

collaboration with burmesejorjiapits the reality of the matter is a mere fitting of sounds, a favor made in doses of blood dripped upon the ground. just one drop of this mud takes a moment to digest, when words of your ruin find mine second best. words are words and some are not better than one’s maybe we should all be mud to another’s eyes or shall we all be the sun blinding, illuminating the skies all of this poetry and prose is a transparent screen to the lives and hearts of those who cannot help but to write

we do fit the mold.  ;)

[burmesejorjiapits]

What I admire in others and in myself: producing great works and living life to its fullest in spite of being vividly aware of always standing over the gaping maw of Nihilism..... To look Nihilism straight in its face and laugh hard, because one has gotten beyond it, because one possesses the strength to get far, far beyond it.....To play the game of life on one's own terms, as creator, as divinity realized.

Shawn Mikula

[burmesejorjiapits]

Stars In My Sky - Part 4

By: Valerie Harms

Besides leaving life in a Paris suburb for a vagabond world of artists, Anaïs Nin was entranced by Henry Miller's wife, June. June was the fiery, beautiful, self-defined woman that Nin wanted fervently to be like at this time. This relationship is described in Volume I of the Diary. Nin's fascination with the personality of June leads her to explore this woman's nature artistically in the character of Sabina in House of Incest. Nin began writing drafts for House of Incest at this time. Into it, Nin put her ideas distilled from contemplating her life in her journals. She observed that because she lived life so intensely, she found herself in an abyss, a void, in which she must write books to get out. She would be urged to create her own questions, her own world, her own characters-her own fulfillment. Because she could not bear the void, she would create a vast edifice. Follow Link To Read More Of Stars In My Sky  By: Valerie Harms

[kristen-kay]

[burmesejorjiapits]

kristen-kay:

surf, Andrew Robert Bass.

surf styled perfection, in waves.

[absentia-deactivated20111017-de]

[burmesejorjiapits]

I do love a good list.

[kinkyshoes-blog]

there are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. but there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don’t work.

Anaïs Nin

(via consensuous)

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[burmesejorjiapits]

heguidesmyfeet:

Dredlocks seem much less threatening if they have color in them.

working hard on my mums dreds for mothers day!