słodkie słodkie winogrona

[mcgovern-wallawalla]

[crestfallensolace-deactivated20]

[wnq-writers]

“You must understand, I miss you even though I’ve gone silent.”

— N.M.Sanchez

[6lacksoul]

[20aliens-deactivated20200625]

paintings by Alyssa Monks

[anancientheart]

Yoko Ono’s Cleaning Pieces

CLEANING PIECE I

Write down a sad memory. Put it in a box. Burn the box and sprinkle the ashes in the field. You may give some ashes to a friend who shared the sadness.

CLEANING PIECE II

Make a numbered list of sadness in your life. Pile up stones corresponding to those numbers. Add a stone, each time there is sadness. Burn the list, and appreciate the mount of stones for its beauty. Make a numbered list of happiness in your life. Pile up stones corresponding to those numbers. Add a stone, each time there is happiness. Compare the mount of stones to the one of sadness.

CLEANING PIECE III

Try to say nothing negative about anybody. a) For three days b) For forty-five days c) For three months See what happens to your life.

CLEANING PIECE IV

Write down everything you fear in life. Burn it. Pour herbal oil with a sweet scent on the ashes.

CLEANING PIECE V

Let a list of arbitrary names come into your mind as you go to sleep. Say “bless you” after each name. Do this with speed, by keeping a constant rhythm, so, in no way, you would hesitate to bless them.

[20aliens-deactivated20200625]

VIVIANE SASSEN

[ervehea]

Ulay & Abramovic, Imponderabilia, 1977

[myhandsarealwaysdirty]

It’s like being in love: giving somebody the power to hurt you and trusting (or hoping) they won’t.

Marina Abramović, Rest Energy

[leflambeur]

Txema Yeste for Numéro Magazine 

[modelsof-color]

[shrbrrpxr]

Steoville

[lazeih]

[womans-day]

[mixed-art-deactivated20241016]

[bl-ossomed]

“do you remember the first time you were called annoying? how your breath stopped short in your chest the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue. your eyes never left the floor that day. you were 13. you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,” apologies littering every other sentence, words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years. i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious. all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard for 3 minutes for 10 minutes for 2 hours forever. there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart; mostly because they can’t handle their own. but you will never be and have never been “too much.””

— Tyler Ford (via winterkristall)

[deceptivelips]

(18+)