The Big Blog Job

“That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.” — Charles Bukowski

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I never tried to escape. I looked, I felt, I responded. Meanwhile all around me, human beings sought and found forgetfulness. I didn't. I gazed, listened, recorded. Now I am tired. Too much pain. Too much. I find life tragic and unbearable.

— Anaïs Nin, The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1947–1955

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Our Experience of Grief is Unique as a Fingerprint

[pure-cinema]

Blue Is The Warmest Color (2013)

[admireforever]

Blue Is The Warmest Color

[boydswan]

[psikonauti]

Gérard Schlosser

Je Ne Sais Plus Ou Il Est, 1978

Acrylic on canvas with sand

[feral-ballad]

Anna Akhmatova, tr. by Judith Hemschemeyer, from The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova; “To the artist”

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[mitchdahbitch]

fuck me 

[sonimage1965]

Le rayon vert

dir. Éric Rohmer

1986

[lifeinpoetry]

“No one can hate me more than I hate myself. I am not what I am, I am what I do. This is terrible. This is true. The thing I swore I’d never do, the thing I swore I’d —”

— Sarah Kane, from Crave

[jamabushi]

when the time comes to leave

[nearlya]

Marlene Dumas. Candle Light, 2000, oil on canvas

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