Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket by James McNeill Whistler, c. 1875
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Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket by James McNeill Whistler, c. 1875
Fear is the parent of cruelty
Bertrand Russell
I got hit hard I’m on the ground.
Facing death calmly is praiseworthy only if one faces it alone. Death together is no longer death, even for unbelievers. The source of sorrows lies not in leaving life, but in leaving that which gives it meaning. When love is our whole life, what difference is there between living together and dying together?
The Devil in the Flesh by Raymond Radiguet
What do you want? Just hold out your hands What do you want with them? Just a show of hands What will you do? I love it so much It takes withholding It gives well holding
Naked dir. Mike Leigh, 1993
The Embrace by Stass Paraskos, 1966
Lights like Stars - Bangkok by night
(and my favourite disposable photo I simply had to scan in at 1200 dpi)
She told me that she loved me Love, just for a day And all the time I feel her I feel her fade away
pharmakon // 2013
Phil Elverum, Mount Eerie
My page was too white My ink was too thin The day wouldn't write What the night pencilled in
from The Book of Longing by Leonard Cohen
That one cannot then speak about love, but that one can write about it, ought to strike you
Jacques Lacan, 1972
I just want to dance in your tangles to give me some reason to move
Larry Rivers and Frank O’Hara working (1950s)