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Małgorzata Kalinowska, Mała śmierć
if no one has asked you what your 12th top song of the year is, consider this me asking you. mostly because I'm nosy.
ANAÏS NIN
from a diary entry featured in The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947
original photos and edit
Untitled (This is It. The Big Time) (ink on paper, 1986) – Raymond Pettibon
Antti Laitinen - Self-portrait in the Swamp, 2002
Being a crafty person and making a bunch of things often prompts people to ask "oh wow did you make that?" And like, the short answer is: yes I did, but the long answer is: well, no, the pattern isn't mine, but I did choose and buy the fabric/yarn and sewed it together/crocheted it/knitted it myself. I used a reference for that drawing/painting, I didn't come up with it myself. That ceramic piece was insired by a poem and a painting made by different people. What I'm trying to say is, everything I make requires other people to make their own thing first, and then I get inspired by them to do my own thing. So I can't really call anything truly mine, because really it's just a bunch of inspirations and experiences of others (and me) put together by my hands. Does that answer your question
grandma's house, film photos
op link the fucking article
https://www.sbnation.com/a/17776-football enjoy reading about football :)
Something is terribly wrong. Something is terribly wrong. Something is terribly wrong. Something is terribly wrong.
thanks. what the fuck
What the fuck.
when georges bataille wrote, “no greater desire exists than a wounded person’s need for another wound” & when gillian flynn wrote, “a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort” & when ocean vuong wrote, “sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined” & when lisa m. basile wrote, “did you inherit a sickness? did you blame god? do you believe in god? do you believe in yourself? are you still on fire? did you ever put out the fire?” & when stephen a. guirgis wrote, “why didn't you make me good enough so that you could’ve loved me?”
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ada limón, lucky wreck
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heather havrilesky, ask polly
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rayne fisher-quann, home for the holidays
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the incest diary
“Haunted houses [are] those that had soaked up emotional unpleasantness from former occupants…The emotional energy may become reactivated when later occupants of the house undergo a similar emotional disturbance. Therefore, a haunting…is produced by the merging of the two energies, one from the past, the other from the present…A reservoir of absorbed emotions that lies dormant in a house can only be activated when emotional instability is present.”
— Brad Steiger, Real Ghosts, Restless Spirits, and Haunted Places
Ocean Vuong, from “Ars Poetica as the Maker”, Time Is a Mother
We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed
A spiral stone engraving on Signal Hill in Saguaro NationalPark, Arizona, dated 550 to 1,550 years ago.
Credit…John Cancalosi/Alamy