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@kortspivot
ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME. YOU CANNOT TURN THE CLOCK BACK NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO. YOU HAVE TO BUILD THE FUTURE.
I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE SCARED OR MISS THE PAST, YOU CANNOT, LOGICALLY, GO BACK TO THE PAST. DO NOT OVERINDULGE IN PERSONAL, ARTISTIC, POLITICAL OR IDEOLOGICAL NOSTALGIA. YOU HAVE TO BUILD THE FUTURE.
THE FUTURE IS THE ONLY THING WE HAVE. THIS IS NOT EVEN AN APHORISM. IT IS HOW LINEAL TIME WORKS.
ARE YOU LISTENING.
Insomnia, Casey Childs
saw this cute post and now I'm not going on reddit for the rest of the day. quit while you're ahead
The Beautiful Woman Soothes the Serpent-King, from Andrew Lang’s The Violet Fairy Book by Henry Justice Ford (1901)
Rodin/Schiele.
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.”
— Jim Morrison
read classic poetry in the bath. scratch shakespeare quotes into your desk. keep black-and-white pictures in a golden locket. learn the language you’ve always wanted to learn. dance in the rain, even if you’re not sure how. read wikipedia pages on unsolved mysteries at two in the morning. live your life the way you want to, make your own rules, become who you’ve dreamed of being. because really, who’s stopping you?
Everyone needs their own signature look. Even if it’s ripped off from your favourite character from a film you like, maybe it’s just wearing the same coat you love till you wear it out completely, a favourite repetitive colour or a style from another era, perhaps a person you’ve read about, fiction or non-fiction, real or not has inspired you. The point is, we all need to find that special way of dressing ourselves that makes us feel like the main character of our own private novel.
“I am thinking of you with sacred anticipation,”
— Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Angelos Sikelianos c. December 1922 (via violentwavesofemotion)
from “ask polly: why should i keep going?”
“I’m 24 years old and play this game with myself: buy myself something delicious for the weekend, blueberry muffins or flaky croissants, and forget it by Friday. Saturday morning comes and I am lucky to know me. I wasn’t born knowing how to love me, but I’m learning now; catching up for lost time between us. I keep the windows open. I play oldies throughout every corner of my apartment. I tell the dog how good it feels, at least for today, at least for right now, to be alive.”
— Schuyler Peck, Can’t Get Enough Of My Love (via schuylerpeck)
“We do lose what we never had. Because we imagine.”
— Beckian Fritz Goldberg, “Eros in His Stripped Shirt”, in Poetry from Sojourner: A Feminist Anthology (via antigonies)
“Tremendous grief. I look for him everywhere.”
— Anaïs Nin, Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937
Clarice Lispector, tr. by Johnny Lorenz, Um Sopro de Vida
When Solange said “I can’t be a singular expression of myself, there’s too many parts, too many spaces, too many manifestations, too many lines, too many curves, too many troubles, too many journeys, too many mountains, too many rivers, so many…” I felt it in my soul
