Frederick Judd Waugh (1861-1940)
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Frederick Judd Waugh (1861-1940)
shout out to the little monk in each of my cells that transcribes my DNA by candle light
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Norman Lindsay (Australian, 1879 – 1969).
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you must break you must change
i had a thought today like man, my ancestors would probably not approve very much of me being such an extravagant glutton, but then i was like wtf are u kidding. those dumbasses didn’t live on a fuckin potato ass diet for no minimalism. they didn’t do what they did, whatever the fuck it was, for me NOT to fucking eat my bodyweight in sashimi!!! they would be fucking ecstatic to see me making the most of my opportunities for plenty. they would be fucking cheering me on. every lice-covered cossack and illiterate serf and three-toothed yak herder in my lineage is with me in this restaurant, and they are going absolutely apeshit watching me try to fit an entire samosa in my mouth
i love this idea that the ancestors are following modern people around like a rappers yes-man as we eat food #‘fucking superb you funky little descendant’
me, standing in front of the burger king counter like the blithering hunger gibbon i am: i’ll have… uhhh… double whopper with fries. thank you. large please
the 500 mongolian tatar and polish jew ghosts behind me: [ERUPT INTO WILD SCREAMING AND HIGH FIVES]
can you believe there is a painting of cossacks going hogwild out there that fits this situation perfectly
“The problems are there, but I have transformed. I can move, dance, forget, rest, renew myself and return with fresh strength. It is not in the love, but in the friendships that I find gaiety…a gaiety I needed deeply. So I go out, out, out. And I have lost my shyness. I sparkle. I am so open to the world, so open, so much in contact with it, it is like a huge cosmic love affair.”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947
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