forever becoming

thoughts, images, and sounds of which i adore, and would like to remember i once had, saw, or heard. a memory box, if you will. also, i post pictures of my face covered in makeup. because i like makeup.

[allthelonelyplaces]

See enough and write it down, I tell myself. And then some morning, when the world seems drained of wonder, some day when I’m going through the motions of doing what I am supposed to do, which is write… On that bankrupt morning, I will simply open my notebook and there it will all be, a forgotten account with accumulated interest. Paid passage back to the world out there. It all comes back. Remember what it is to be me. That is always the point. Joan Didion: The Center Will Not Hold (2017)

[nemophilies-deactivated20190428]

Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it. We anticipate (we know) that someone close to us could die, but we do not look beyond the few days or weeks that immediately follow such an imagined death. We misconstrue the nature of even those few days or weeks. We might expect if the death is sudden to feel shock. We do not expect this shock to be obliterative, dislocating to both body and mind. We might expect that we will be prostrate, inconsolable, crazy with loss. We do not expect to be literally crazy, cool customers who believe that their husband is about to return and need his shoes. In the version of grief we imagine, the model will be “healing.” A certain forward movement will prevail. The worst days will be the earliest days. We imagine that the moment to most severely test us will be the funeral, after which this hypothetical healing will take place. When we anticipate the funeral we wonder about failing to “get through it,” rise to the occasion, exhibit the “strength” that invariably gets mentioned as the correct response to death. We anticipate needing to steel ourselves for the moment: will I be able to greet people, will I be able to leave the scene, will I be able even to get dressed that day? We have no way of knowing that this will not be the issue. We have no way of knowing that the funeral itself will be anodyne, a kind of narcotic regression in which we are wrapped in the care of others and the gravity and meaning of the occasion. Nor can we know ahead of the fact (and here lies the heart of the difference between grief as we imagine it and grief as it is) the unending absence that follows, the void, the very opposite of meaning, the relentless succession of moments during which we will confront the experience of meaninglessness itself.

Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking (via nemophilies)

[larmoyante]

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.

Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem (via larmoyante)

[inag-mag]

Paintings on paper by Rupert Shrive

[observando]

The art of life is not controlling what happens to us, but using what happens to us.

Gloria Steinem (via observando)

[thewallgroup]

Chloë Sevigny photographed by Mario Sorrenti for Self Service, SS15. Hair by Recine. Manicure by Alicia Torello.

[5hahem]

This tea is too hot y'all

[unrar]

Flowers float in the Mediterranean Sea in honor of migrants lost while making the perilous journey to Europe. Last night more than 80 Syrians and Palestinians refugees have drowned in the Mediterranean close to the Libyan shores trying to reach Europe.

[duniellev]

pia. girl with glitter earrings.

[heres-to-our-feelings]

[lesbianfreyja]

the phrase “curiosity killed the cat” is actually not the full phrase it actually is “curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back” so don’t let anyone tell you not to be a curious little baby okay go and be interested in the world uwu

[violet-nomad-deactivated2018120]

See also:

Blood is thicker than water The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.

Meaning that relationships formed by choice are stronger than those formed by birth.

[espurr-roba]

Let’s not forget that “Jack of all trades, master of none” ends with “But better than a master of one.”

It means that being equally good/average at everything is much better than being perfect at one thing and sucking at everything else. So don’t worry if you’re not perfect at something you do! Being okay is better!

[theshantiestme11ophone]

These made me feel better

[thelifeofatubaplayer]

Also, “great minds think alike” ends with “but fools rarely differ”

It goes to show that conformity isn’t always a good thing. And that just because more than one person has the same idea, doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a good idea.

[eattheacid]

what the fuck why haven’t i heard the full version to any of these 

[mortalcompass-deactivated201701]

Because you live in a world that, for the most part, uses undercurrents of religious guilt and apocalyptic fear to keep you in line.

What use is self actualization and critical thinking in a world like that?

[furples]

[black-and-silver]

Etam FW 2015

[theyoungkimosabe]

[micdotcom]

Last week, Pope Francis and church officials encouraged everyone to consume less and think more about our impact on the environment. It’s a timely warning because the next six months will be critical to our future.

[nevver]

Memories

[glitterdustdreamz-blog]

[wnq-anonymous]

No one warns you about the amount of mourning in growth.

Té V. Smith, Releasing & Recieving  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

fuck.