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Janis Joplin
“My partner has ruined my life. I’ve been with him for six years now. His mental illness has cost us everything. We had a three-bedroom townhouse in Pennsylvania. It wasn’t much, but it was something. We had two cars. I had a job working at a call center for the government. But then he became convinced that we were being poisoned by fracking, and we had to leave everything behind. At our next apartment, he kicked down the neighbor’s door because he thought someone was trying to get him. Then he made me drive him to Canada because he thought his mother was a famous actress. Now we’re homeless. I don’t sleep more than three hours a night. Any time you lay down your head, a security guard will come along and make you leave. I look awful. I can’t shave. I can’t even jack off. I know that sounds bad but I’m still human. I have needs. And I’m affection starved. He gives me no affection. I tried to kiss a straight friend of mine recently because I’m so affection starved. But the thing is—I’m all he has. I do everything for him. I get his food. I get his medicine. I know that I enable him. But if I leave him, I’m afraid he’ll kill himself.”
This is heart-wrenching.
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do my dark circles and deteriorating health make me look hot
An honorable human relationship — that is, one in which two people have the right to use the word “love” — is a process, delicate, violent, often terrifying to both persons involved, a process of refining the truths they can tell each other. It is important to do this because it breaks down human self-delusion and isolation. It is important to do this because in doing so we do justice to our own complexity. It is important to do this because we can count on so few people to go that hard way with us. It isn’t that to have an honorable relationship with you, I have to understand everything, or tell you everything at once, or that I can know, beforehand, everything I need to tell you. It means that most of the time I am eager, longing for the possibility of telling you. That these possibilities may seem frightening, but not destructive, to me. That I feel strong enough to hear your tentative and groping words. That we both know we are trying, all the time, to extend the possibilities of truth between us. The possibility of life between us.
Adrienne Rich, from On Lies, Secrets & Silence (via violentwavesofemotion)
1985.
Warhol and Basquiat.
"It is not a mistake to commit a mistake, for no one commits a mistake knowing it to be one. But it is a mistake not to correct the mistake after knowing it to be one." - Mohandas K. Gandhi
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