“I had a taste for skins, voices, all that’s sensual. And then a touch. My hands were always very present. I gathered things and beings to my heart and made them my own body.” - Edwige Feuillère
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“I had a taste for skins, voices, all that’s sensual. And then a touch. My hands were always very present. I gathered things and beings to my heart and made them my own body.” - Edwige Feuillère
I had no idea my posts were still being interacted with on here. I happened to open the app and saw a whole bunch of notifications. Wild.
HACKS 1.01 "There is No Line" / 4.09 "A Slippery Slope"
[AI generated image]
I can't tell you how much emotion I felt when I created and edited this image. ✨
I have painted several color portraits of Edwige! I feel such pleasure when I add colors, imagining what shades her skin had.
Now I can imagine it even more clearly and show it to you.❤️
— Anne Carson, from “Red Doc>.”
— Christa Wolf, from “Cassandra.”
— Louise Glück, from “Timor Mortis.”
If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.
— Jane Austen
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Sometimes I think the worst thing that ever happened to me was that people outside of my family showed me they cared.
thought this was neat
My dad and I once had a disagreement over him using the adage "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
I said, "That's just not true. Sometimes what doesn't kill you leaves you brittle and injured or traumatized."
He stopped and thought about that for a while. He came back later, and said, "It's like wood glue."
He pointed to my bookshelf, which he helped me salvage a while ago. He said, "Do you remember how I explained that, once we used the wood glue on them, the shelves would actually be stronger than they were before they broke?"
I did.
"But before we used the wood glue, those shelves were broken. They couldn't hold up shit. If you had put books on them, they would have collapsed. And that wood glue had to set awhile. If we put anything on them too early, they would have collapsed just the same as if we'd never fixed them at all. You've got to give these things time to set."
It sounded like a pretty good metaphor to me, but one thing I did pick up on was that whatever broke those shelves, that's not the thing that made them stronger. That just broke them. It was being fixed that made them stronger. It was the glue.
So my dad and I agreed, what doesn't kill you doesn't actually make you stronger, but healing does. And if you feel like healing hasn't made you stronger than you were before, you're probably not done healing. You've got to give these things time to set.
Mädchen in Uniform (1958) dir. Géza von Radványi
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“to live in your truth so much that the scent of authenticity follows you wherever you go, to live in your truth so much that the energy you leave behind leaves no room for assumption, to live in your truth so much that you bulletproof yourself from their opinions and projections.”
— iambrillyant
Belle de Jour (1967) dir. Luis Buñuel