The Grand, the Great, the Ineffable

alright #em=written by myself.

[cryingoutinthemaddingcrowd]

ohhh, the shades of my ancestors look on at me with shame because my heart is paucitous and my soul is void and tame.

[luminaire]

une petite pique de tristesse ou de haine

une dose heureuse qui teinte la journée

plus éclatante que la gaieté

emportée par la peine

[dwellsinparadise]

Sylvia Path, 1952

“I waited, as if the sea could make my decision for me.” - The Bell Jar

[cryingoutinthemaddingcrowd]

ohhh, the shades of my ancestors look on at me with shame because my heart is paucitous and my soul is void and tame.

[1o9]

What do you have to offer

[cryingoutinthemaddingcrowd]

Only me

[cryingoutinthemaddingcrowd]

A mass of prejudices and conditioning, half-formed ideas and instincts, bound together in a fleshy mess that is beloved and despised or treated with indifference, a known and an unknown! O Self, O Other, O You, O Me, en avant!

[quotemadness]

You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you.

Dale Carnegie (via quotemadness)

[myfairylily]

aclotheshorse 

[just-shower-thoughts]

it is impossible to look serious while drinking a capri-sun

[luminaire]

Me during the finals

[just-shower-thoughts]

If you don’t have children, you are breaking a family tradition that goes back to your first ancestors.

[depressionmangoe-deactivated201]

by Jing Huang

[la-laborista-republiko]

[luminaire]

Car trip/ Chapter 2.

You grew before my eyes. I never wished to see you at your maximum height yet you hid the sun. You were a child and then you ate everything that was green and there was just flesh all around. I don’t eat meat.

I trusted your hair until you cut it and left me in a sea of pillows and skin. I know how your back is and where the hair start. You didn’t let me see your chest so I could feel where the knife should be placed. You hid it all from me. These are just words.

I know how you never mean whatever you said you did in the public toilets. Where was you glass?

You deceive the eyes of the girlfriend and those of the ex-girlfriend.You are a ghost with a breath. And here I was, and you left. I am not guilty of loving another. You pretty much saw we were like the tree and the ivy and you thought you’d let us simmer. I took your red wine and put it on my heart so it’d live for the night. I took his hand and his whole soul: in the morning he was empty and so pale. He returned and took off his eyes. I kept them.

I’m sure you don’t mind if I wear them sometimes.

[degeneratedworker]

“Helping the starving, American-style” Soviet Union c. 1970s

[luminaire]

it still makes sense

[luminaire]

Car trip /Chapter 1.

Who do you think I am? Do you wish to be more of what you seek? I am but trash on the side of a national railway. The radio says whatever you cried to me. You disgust me of loving even the eyes of the sweet gentleman You were poisonous green, like those beverages you’d intoxicate your friends with They were lovely and hold large glasses of wine like they were the breasts of the night goddess. They’d go to the forest of ignorance and break the glass under their roaring car. It wasn’t the summers of love. It had died with me.

[luminaire]

Est-ce que je veux t'avoir, ou être toi?

[libertarirynn-deactivated202006]

Feminists really need to cut that shit out of deciding when females are allowed to be scantily clad. You can’t have “women are liberated and can wear whatever they want without being judged” on the same table as “scantily clad women in videos and magazines or race tracks or wrestling matches or whatever are unacceptable”. None of these women are hostages. They agreed to wear those things or do those dances or wave those flags or whatever.

“But it’s just for male enjoyment!“ so fucking what? What if that’s the way they choose to be enjoyed? Stop acting like these women have a gun to their head and can’t make their own choices just because the idea of a male enjoying the female form burns you up inside. Either they can wear what they want or they can’t.