gorenko

  Libertei-me do amor com o prazer de quem se liberta de um senhor colérico e truculento.  

[menacevessel-deactivated2020083]

You say “I’m baby” but you’re not. You are not baby. You are not capable of being baby. You possess neither the limitless potential of baby nor the driving curiosity of baby. You have some similarities. You cannot function on your own. You depend on others for your most basic needs. But where baby eventually outgrows these flaws, you are already hardened by your failures. You will not grow. You are not baby.

[the-evil-clergyman]

Mizuchi by Keisai Eisen (Edo Period)

[velvetys]

“Millions of users” there’s 100 people max on this website

[ramaddhan]

“The path to enlightenment and wisdom is seldom trod upon because if it was all a matter of following your bliss and doing what made you happy then everyone in the world would be a paragon of wisdom. But it’s not that at all. It’s a matter of facing what you least want to face.”

Jordan Peterson (via god-of-neurosyphilis)

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Yukio Mishima (三島 由紀夫) in Eikoh Hosoe’s (細江 英公) Killed by Roses or Ordeal by Roses (Bara-kei, 1961–1962)

[iron-goat-deactivated20170816]

But not all men seek rest and peace; some are born with the spirit of the storm in their blood, restless harbingers of violence and bloodshed, knowing no other path.

Robert E. Howard. (via vulturehooligan)

[themotherandthewhore]

Men develop a strong loyalty to violence. Men must come to terms with violence because it is the prime component of male identity. Institutionalized in sports, the military, acculturated sexuality, the history and mythology of heroism, it is taught to boys until they become its advocates-men, not women. Men become advocates of that which they most fear. In mastery of fear they experience freedom. Men transform their fear of male violence into a metaphysical commitment to male violence. Violence itself becomes the central definition of any experience that is profound and significant.

Andrea Dworkin, Pornography: Men Possessing Women, page 51. (via vulturehooligan)

[tsarytsa-deactivated20210525]

Winter darkness brings on the extreme winter depression the Polar Inuit call perlerorneq. According to the anthropologist Jean Malaurie, the word means “to feel the weight of life.” To look ahead to all that must be accomplished and to retreat to the present feeling defeated, weary before starting; a core of anger; a miserable sadness. It is to be “sick of life”, a man named Imina told Malaurie. The victim tears fitfully at his clothing. A woman begins aimlessly slashing at things in the iglu with her knife. A person runs half naked into the bitter freezing night, screaming out at the village, the distant treeline, the frozen sea. Biting their own hands bloody and eating the shit of the dogs. Eventually the person is calmed by others in the village with great compassion, and helped to sleep.

 Perlerorneq. Winter.

[proustiansleep]

Once I was struck by a car in the street. I was walking. And for maybe two seconds I had the impression that I was dying and it was really a very, very intense pleasure. The weather was wonderful. It was seven o'clock during the summer. The sun was descending. The sky was very wonderful and blue and so on. It was, it still is now, one of my best memories. […] I’m not able to give myself and others those middle-range pleasures that make up everyday life. Such pleasures are nothing for me, and I am not able to organize my life in order to make place for them. That’s the reason why I’m not a social being, why I’m not really a cultural being, why I’m so boring in my everyday life. It’s a bore to live with me.

Michel Foucault, An Interview by Stephen Riggins (via adecentfello)

[umrzec]

https://instagram.com/p/BfR5lPABh7K/

[midnight-charm]

Yuka Mannami photographed by Ren Hang for L’Officiel Malaysia April 2017

Stylist: Monica Mong Hair: Tomoko Sato Makeup: Ken Nakano

[ramaddhan]

“Ignore every instinct to flee. Remember: you are a monster too”

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Destiny; fieldplate gauntlets description

(via pillowstars)

[surfd]

Björk - Stefan Malzkorn (1994)

[ramaddhan]

“Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. Thus abandoning certain investigations is out of the question. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one’s rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.“”

— Georges Bataille, Visions of Excess: Selected Writings (1927-1939)

[ramaddhan]

“To feel abandoned to oneself, without any help or way out, clothed only in one’s own strength or weakness, with no one to ask for help; to climb from rock to rock, from grip to grip, inexorably, for hours ; with the sense of height and of imminent danger, and the sense of solar solitude ; the sense of unspeakable liberation and cosmic breathing at the end of the climb, when the struggle is over and the apprehension is finally overcome ; the sight of boundless horizons, for miles, and everything else beneath one’s feet-in all this there is truly a catharsis, an awakening and a rebirth of something transcendent and divine.”

— Julius Evola, “Meditation on the Peaks” (via vandrare)

[ramaddhan]

me checking out my new cyborg arms: is this the human condition? to replace nature with our own artificial creations? will humanity never be satisfied until we surpass god himself?

me: *punches through a wall* sick

[deadpeasants]

“(Yukio) Mishima’s aesthetic ideal was the beauty of a violent death in one’s prime, an ideal common in classic Japanese literature. As a sickly youngster, Mishima’s ideal of the heroic death had already taken hold: “A sensuous craving for such things as the destiny of soldiers, the tragic nature of their own calling…the ways they would die.” He was determined to overcome his physical weaknesses. There is much of the Nietzschean “Higher Man” about him, of overcoming personal and social restraints to express his own heroic individuality. His motto was: “Be Strong.”

— Kerry Bolton on Yukio Mishima. (via the-imperial-autocrat)