I realise now it was never my duty to be so miserable for so long!! I don’t owe it to anyone!!!
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I realise now it was never my duty to be so miserable for so long!! I don’t owe it to anyone!!!
Views from my desk at university.
Luckily I can do both đź’Ş
“Abandon yourself (…) abandon your heavy legs to the floating meadows,”
— Mary Szybist, From Incarnadine: Poems; “The lushness of it”
be the surreal nonsense you wish to see in the world
killing myself immediately i can’t take them anymore
im self-aware enough to know that this is likely exactly how i sound in the depths of the night
think that everyone has their own personal theme in life
every nolan film is about time. it winds its way through his filmography; it is fractured in memento, distorted in inception, expanded in interstellar, reversed in tenet.
every hopper painting is about stillness. it is found in every brushstroke; at dusk in automat, at dawn in morning sun, at noon in office in a small city, at night in nighthawks.
i have a friend who orbits ideas of power, another who delights in the prosaic and the plain. one weaves around systems and structures, another returns always to wonder at the sea.
there are other elements of course - our lives cannot be measured by single concepts no matter how large they may be - but time and again i think we return to the things that fascinate, the things that intrigue, the things we cannot quite tear ourselves away from. the themes of our lives.
i love you fairy tales i love you folklore i love you myths i love you stories as old as humanity itself i love you oral traditions i love you characters carried through time on my ancestors’ tongues i love you story i’ve seen a million ways and want to see a million more i love you archetypes i love—
Making > Consuming
The solution for the eternal child’s desperation is simply to do. Make art, write, clean without thinking, get off the phone [in a word create things and learn to sit with the mistakes, by doing this you accept death by dwelling in the world instead of dwelling in the postponement of fantasy (“i’ll do that when i grow up”)]. Consumption harkens back to life in the womb when everything was provided. We must assert to the subconscious that we are capable of existing in the world by doing things. It’s incredibly difficult, painful, and circuitous but I’m realizing that it’s the only way, because there is no parent who’s going to take care of me anymore.
humans are born with a drive to appreciate art. we love color, we love music, we love dance, even as infants. we have an instinct to sculpt in clay and draw on walls, even to fix blocks into expressive shapes, or tell stories with our toys. these things are universal, all cultures have stories and songs and dances and textiles and pottery and beauty. art is something we all have in us.
Beauty is all we have and all we want
guys i think im going to embrace change and see how it goes
He is there as another I ,
and it then seems that I have two souls,
one of which watched what the other one does
I feel in myself the state of condemnation
And I fear it
I realize that the cries that come forth from my mouth proceed equally from these two souls, and it is impossible for me to say whether it is happiness of fury that causes them
I never thought I'd be so addicted to something so pure
i don't love you with my heart and mind.
i love you with my soul, in case my mind forgets and my heart stops.
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