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<Squeezed too much from that old fruit> 📷 by @martintype
I always feel like I’m struggling to become someone else. Like I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it’s part of growing up, yet it’s also an attempt to reinvent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself–as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I’ll ever come to defining myself.
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via dieworten)
Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don’t fool.
Robert Brault (via thelovejournals)
I, too, remember that feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.
Haruki Murakami | Hard-Boiled Wonderland And The End Of The World (via lavieciel)
North Shore Nocturne - Hermann Dudley Murphy, 1885
American, 1867–1945
Oil on canvas, 31.8 x 50.8 cm. (12.5 x 20 in.)
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Art is pointless without passion.
One of those internet finds. A perfect representation of my mind when I'm writing....
"I can see in you the glance of a curious sort of bird, with the close set bars of a cage, a vivid, restless captive. But when put free, it would soar, cloud high."
Soundcheck (at Roundhouse)
Mirrored, and I'm caught
Happy International Women's Day. We rock. 🤘🏻🤘🏻🤘🏻
I have a few thoughts regarding Adam Johnson
I have a few thoughts regarding the ongoing Adam Johnson debacle. I don't know the girl, but I do know what it is to be one. The idea that, because the victim in this case is a fifteen year old girl, she was somehow implicit in his despicable behaviour, is heinous. Lets break this down. There is a reason a girl of that age is classed as a child. She cannot vote, she cannot smoke or drink, she cannot live on her own, she can't even buy knives, etc, simply because there are responsibilities and consequences to those actions that a child cannot comprehend properly. But she somehow, ridiculously, can comprehend that if she pretends to have been raped, she might get famous. That if a man makes advances towards her and she isn't ready or strong enough to say no, that she doesn't really feel ready for that kind of thing, she "knew what she was doing?" Sense?! I don't see it. There is a four year age gap between an eleven year old for instance, and a fifteen year old. Had this happened to an eleven year old, he'd have been sentenced much earlier. He would never have been allowed to play all those Premiership games or even have his name uttered in the stands again. The only difference between those two ages, is that most eleven year olds aren't developed. She has no breasts, she has no hips, she has no outward sexual features that differentiate her between girl and "woman." She still appears to be a child. Therefore, she is the victim and he the criminal. That line is obscenely clear. The fifteen year old, however, is developed. The pressures of looking like a woman as soon as she grows breasts and shaves her legs for the first time is overwhelming. So, now, she is responsible for the actions of others upon her newly sexualised body, and confused about the feelings that comes with it. Everyone is accusing her of lying, of being cunning and conniving, of getting her way. Simply because she "looks older than fifteen." But in her head, just a few years ago, she had no curves, she had no hair under her arms, she had no hormones driving her emotions. She was a child in the purest sense. Breasts doth not a woman make! She has been deemed a woman for mere years and now? She is the "slut" who is sending a man to prison to be "harshly" punished, and not the victim? She is FIFTEEN. There is a deeply rooted problem in society when you start allowing a mans behaviour just because the victim "looks old enough" to be blamed and responsible for HIS perversion.