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“Friendship is far more tragic than love. It lasts longer.”
— Oscar Wilde
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Statue of the goddess Aphrodite bathing in the garden of the Reggia di Caserta, Italy.
— Tennessee Williams, Notebooks
[ text ID: I am sitting at my kitchen table waiting for my lover to arrive with lettuce and tomatoes and rum and sherry wine and a big floury loaf of bread in the fading sunlight. Coffee is percolating gently, and my mood is mellow. I have been very happy lately, just wallowing in it selfishly, knowing it will not last very long, which is all the more reason to enjoy it now. I suppose life always ends badly for almost everybody. We must have long fingers and catch at whatever we can while it is passing near us. ]
Devon Aoki “Ghost Shadows” for Vogue Japan photographed by Terry Richardson (2002)
One of my tragic flaws is the compulsion to add some sort of embellishment to every situation—a quality which has made people call me at times a liar—but I have almost never embellished in order to bring myself any advantage; it was rather that I had a strangulating fear of that cataclysmic change in the atmosphere the instant the flow of a conversation flagged, and even when I knew that it would later turn to my disadvantage, I frequently felt obliged to add, almost inadvertently, my word of embellishment, out of a desire to please born of my usual desperate mania for service. This may have been a twisted form of my weakness, an idiocy, but the habit it engendered was taken full advantage of by the so-called honest citizens of the world.
Dazai Osamu, No Longer Human
vivienne westwood ss10 photographed by marcelo soubhia
It’s like being in love: giving somebody the power to hurt you and trusting (or hoping) they won’t.
Marina Abramović, Rest Energy
a scene from a lesbian strip club. not sure of the source but i've seen this photo used to promote leilah weinraub's documentary "shakedown" about a black lesbian strip club of the same name. the club itself had to be shut down in 2004 after repeated harassment from police but you can still watch the documentary for free on its official website here. really cool look into black lesbian culture from the early 2000s
People who sculpt in marble do fabrics and shit just to flex don’t they
Marble is a medium in which you can be horny on main and everyone’s like “wow that’s classy.”
I think having skills to construct flesh out of stone gives you as much right to be horny on main as any creator god.
Pygmalion would agree
Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 27 February 1929, featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. IV, 1927-1931
Paruyr Sevak, "To Go Mad" (translated by metamorphesque)