Ohne (Unter)Titel

Life lies in the attempt.

[third-nature]

“[P]art of our problem in rethinking our need and desires for each other, and the impediments to our realizing them, is that it is sexual intimacy, with all its hazards, that has loomed so large as the primary substance of love, and the main route to happiness in adulthood. Yet this is a narrow view that does not encompass all forms of love, care, and commitment that influence our lives. Other forms of love — familial, friendly, comradely, and many more — remain distinct and significant, with their own pressures, rhythms, and demands, all woven around our need for each other.”

Lynne Segal

[felixdeonsdirtydays]

[photographicpictures]

Tilda Swinton  by Johan Sandberg - Haider Ackermann S/S 2006

[sammeldeineknochen]

Wenn man die Urteile hinterfragt, hat man ihnen schon ein wenig von ihrer Selbstverständlichkeit genommen.

Didier Eribon: “Gesellschaft als Urteil”, S. 263 (via sammeldeineknochen)

[lelaid]

Tilda Swinton by Glen Luchford for Dazed & Confused, May 2010

[dappermouth]

Strange wings that didn’t stir the air.

[davidssecretlover]

The Stars (Are Out Tonight), 2013

David Bowie & Tilda Swinton

[ejakulation]

′Examining Gestures’, Tilda Swinton photographed by Colin Dodgson for Document Journal, F/W 2016

[stevienick]

“The choice (Catherine) made to comfort me in that moment, it was unexpected, it wasn’t part of, it wasn’t scripted, and it happened. And I think when we were putting the scene together, it did so much for that scene, because it became something that was not just an emotional moment between two people who were falling in love, but it also became a really beautiful representation of how parents should always support their children” — Dan Levy.

[xylaborg]

[one-divides-into-two]

Actually, the heart is not broken, in the sense that it does not exist before the break. But it is the break itself that makes the heart. The heart is not an organ, and neither is it a faculty. It is: that the I is broken and traversed by the other where its presence is most intimate and its life most open. The beating of the heart - rhythm of the partition of being, syncope of the sharing of singularity - cuts across presence, life, consciousness. That is why thinking - which is nothing other than the weighing or testing of the limits, the ends, of presence, of life, of consciousness - thinking itself is love.

Jean-Luc Nancy, ‘Shattered love’

[beachdeath]

“But you broke up with him. Something’s wrong. Something failed.”

“No! No, Arthur, no, it’s the opposite! I’m saying it’s a success. Twenty years of joy and support and friendship, that’s a success. Twenty years of anything with another person is a success. If a band stays together twenty years, it’s a miracle. If a comedy duo stays together twenty years, they’re a triumph. Is this night a failure because it will end in an hour? Is the sun a failure because it’s going to end in a billion years? No, it’s the fucking sun. Why does a marriage not count? It isn’t in us, it isn’t in human beings, to be tied to one person forever. Siamese twins are a tragedy. Twenty years and one last happy road trip. And I thought, Well, that was nice. Let’s end on success.”

– Less, Andrew Sean Greer

[jonthal]

1980 - ein Stück von Pina Bausch

[jonthal]

sometimes you just have to say fuck it and post this GIF of yourself as a powerpuff girl you made three years ago. though i don’t really do suspenders anymore.

[tomatoesdreamtoo]

Same

[mathiugk]

7518 - Scanned images composite collage.

[ravenclawserpent]

Can’t Wait for Season 2

[jonthal]

Me, returning from my two week bout of depression: