Falling back into the same patterns of self-destruction. Solitude creeps in once again. Life’s still a mess and I’m bursting into tears while listening to this song //

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Falling back into the same patterns of self-destruction. Solitude creeps in once again. Life’s still a mess and I’m bursting into tears while listening to this song //
Another sorrow to sleep off
Relaxation - Jean Jansem
French-Armenian, 1920-2013
Lithograph, 54 x 76 cm.
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Tereza: I know I'm supposed to help you, but I can't. Instead of being your support I'm your weight. Life is very heavy to me, but it is so light to you. I can't bear this lightness, this freedom... I'm not strong enough.
Credit ▪ christos katsavochristos photographed by joey leo for eroticco magazine
იპოვეთ ფოტოზე შავი კატა
Errikos Andreou - Untitled / Egon Schiele - Kauernder
The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body.The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life's most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?
I don’t trust people whose first Kafka was the diaries
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