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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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if i look back, i am lost
shark vs the universe
Janaina Medeiros
d e v o n
hello vonnie
Show & Tell
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
cherry valley forever
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@lajongleuse
I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous [person], the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the [person] in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seeking the unattainable.
Henry Miller (via quotemadness)
Hilda by Duane Bryers
More Hilda!!
in this family we love and support Hilda.
Yes! Hilda!
What i love about this artist’s depictions of women is even the sexualized ones the woman is always genuinely happy and enjoying herself. Frolicking or making funny faces, she’s living her life and looking sexy while doing it, not sitting in a sexual pose for the audience’s view.
I always forget about Hilda and am so pleased when she randomly shows up on my dash. Always makes my day
I love Hilda so much and I want her to be happy
more Hilda!
I freaking love Hilda, there’s needs to be more art like this.
From the Winter 1954-55 issue of The Scholar
The “Frankfurt School” refers to a group of unorthodox Marxist intellectuals associated with Frankfurt, Germany’s Institute for Social Research. The most famous first-generation members, whose collective work spans from the 1930s into the early 1970s, include Theodor W. Adorno, Max Horkheimer, and Herbert Marcuse. They wondered why advanced capitalist societies were sinking into new forms More
22.09.2019
Location: Lantau
Reading: Stoker’s Dracula
Mood: Irritable (bad dream, dreamt I was arguing with friends on a beautiful island in Tunisia)
Energy: Languid
Today: I plan to finish booking borneo
Feeling is never in excess. It has its measure in itself and proportion in its own nature. Feeling is always the right size. It’s never deficient or excessive. It needs neither a bridle nor spurs.
César Vallejo, tr. by Clayton Eshleman, from “Negations of Negations,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
“I lived in the big city for a while. It seemed to be society’s wet-dream but I never felt anything other than a vague numbness and screaming whisper that beckoned me to get the fuck out. Yet I always felt, back then, as if it were the place to be- in the kingdom of rabid dogs and vampires. The skeleton of hierarchy echoed out of every pore in that concrete jungle. Inside, I felt as if I were taking my roots in quicksand. But then again, things were cool at the top and I was more or less quite settled up there. I suppose I had no intention of doing anything about it. None of it made any sense- the instability, the manic-depression, the absolute drunken brilliance. Sometimes, I wondered if I would have better off working a 9 to 5 in the middle of some forgotten American suburb but that ever-present aching feeling from my coccyx said ‘no’ and so I did my best to drink that feeling away. We were part hungry and part wild in those days. It was a hard balance to keep. It was nearly impossible. Nobody I knew intimately had a full set of fingernails and half of us spent every weekend night stuffing our brains full of coke or even better, melting away whatever remained of our cerebral serotonin stocks. Ecstasy, ecstasy, comedown, ecstasy. But that was not subject for conversation either. I sort of sensed everyone’s melancholy more or less but the sun was bright and we hadn’t had a real winter so I felt no right in discussing that heavy sadness with complete strangers. So we got fucked up, and continued to sacrifice ourselves to 3 am. We were small and insignificant. We spent our evening trying to blur whatever boundary it was that seemed to keep us so far apart.”
— -Prometheus in Retrograde
I present you:
Nihilism Business by Nietzschamore
The Daddy Anthem by Good Freudlotte
Too Deep into Phenomenology by Hegel 41
Imperative Idiot by Green Kant
Jean-Luc Godard / Groupe Dziga Vertov
- A Film Like Any Other / Un film comme les autres
1968.
“It takes a strong person to do their own thing and not wait for anybody else to validate their existence.”
— Steven Aitchison (via purplebuddhaquotes)
“I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped.”
— Fritz Perls, Gestalt Prayer (via thequotejournals)
