[whenwewerecool]

[whenwewerecool]

[funeral]

東京暮色 / Tokyo Twilight (1957) dir. Yasujirō Ozu

[childofchapel]

[mobulavermis]

SATANICK

[jssc007]

[soijoix]

Lladró Beautiful Angel Figurine

[calvinandhobbes]

[metamorphesque]

the unbearable heaviness of girlhood / Su Xinyu / Lucie Brock-Broido

[cordero-atado]

[nobrashfestivity]

Edwin Zhang, Fairy Tale, Madam Figaro Hommes China, 2022

[delphissoracle]

tus jefes te van a querer convencer de que tenes que formar tu "carrera" crear "contactos" en la industria y hacer "networking". esto es mentira lo que necesitas es merendar con tus amigos y tener un blogcito en una red social desmonetizada.

[danskjavlarna]

“Exhausted.“  From St. Nicholas, 1886.

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[funeral]

Why then, knowing that in the last resort everything is unreal, still be carried away for such trifles? I am carried away, granted, but I am not involved, which is to say that I take no real interest. This disinterest I cultivate I achieve only when I trade in my old self for a new one, the self of a disabused vision which triumphs here, amid these ghosts, where everything enfeebles me, where the one I was seems to me so remote, so incomprehensible. The evidence on which I used to turn my back now is discernible in all its clarity. The advantage I derive from this is that I no longer feel any obligation with regard to my flesh, to any flesh. A far better context in which to savor the eighteen varieties of void set forth in the Mahayanist texts, so scrupulous in cataloguing the several types of deficiency! For here, instantly, I am in an acute state of unreality.

Emil Cioran, The New Gods

[cdnsongbirdme]

"In time I lost that confused idea of normality, too, and today I really don't know what place a mother is. It's absent from my life the way good health, shelter, certainty can be absent. It's an enduring emptiness, which I know but can't get past. My head whirls if I look inside it. A desolate landscape that keeps you from sleeping at night and constructs nightmares in the little sleep it allows. The only mother I never lost is the one of my fears."

— Donatella Di Pietrantonio, tr. by Ann Goldstein, A Girl Returned (Europa Editions, 2019)

[endless-unfolding]

My road, that I do not understand, leads me Toward a blue, lost distance,

—Hermann Hesse, from “Holiday Music in the Evening,” trans. James Wright, in Poems

[taubenmaedchens]

Hans Bellmer, Die Puppe 1934