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stained glasses i want in my future home
when w. h. auden said “evil is unspectacular and always human” and ursula k. leguin said “this is the great treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain”
when toni morrison said “i just think goodness is more interesting. evil is constant. you can think of different ways to murder people, but you can do that at age five. but you have to be an adult to consciously, deliberately be good – and that’s complicated.”
when simone weil said “imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.”
1. your suffering can’t end until you stop identifying with it. if your sense of self is tied up in your suffering, anyone or anything that attempts to separate you from it will become the enemy because, whether consciously or subconsciously, you will on some level believe they are trying to take away a part of who you are.
2. read the above again.
some people have therapy all i have is jack kerouac’s june 10 1949 letter to allen ginsberg
abt to smoke some deer meat pack it in my saddlebag and go away over the bluff for real
booty shorts that say “i took my love, i took it down. climbed a mountain and i turned around. and i saw my reflection in the snow covered hills til the landslide brought me down. oh, mirror in the sky, what is love? can the child within my heart rise above? can i sail through the changin' ocean tides? can i handle the seasons of my life? well, i’ve been afraid of changing cause i’ve built my life around you. but time makes you bolder, even children get older, and i’m gettin' older, too” on the ass
Tiger Beach by Vincent Cecil
Gemma Ward photographed by Steven Meisel for Vogue Italia, March 2006
Salvo - Strada con lampioni, 2001
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
[text ID: I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy."]
Miguel Chevalier, Magic Carpet, (2014).
You don’t know me. You only know what I allow you to see.
Yvonne Jacquette, Night Wing: Metropolitan Area Composite II, 204.8 x 144.1 cm, 1993
bell hooks, All About Love
L'ami de mon amie (1987), Eric Rohmer
Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992) | dir. Francis Ford Coppola