misunderstood

come vivi senza colpevolezza se hai consapevolezza della realtà?

[oxytocina]

Ma tu balla leggera su questo prato di carta

Mia Venere scalza, per te l'inchiostro è in offerta

E i tuoi piedi veloci hanno scritto centinai di romanzi già

Balla, che chiunque un giorno ballerà

Guardando sotto i piedi leggerà il tuo nome

Libertà

[oxytocina]

Ricordo tattile

[oxytocina]

Impermanenza dell'oggetto

[heateron]

isabelle adjani and sam neill in possession (1981) dir. andrzej żuławski

[oxytocina]

[kosmogrl]

[oxytocina]

Decostruire è un viaggio in astronave

Per chi ha il coraggio partire

[oxytocina]

Puoi cambiare camicia se ne hai voglia

E se hai fiducia puoi cambiare scarpe

Con scarpe nuove puoi cambiare strada

E cambiando strada puoi cambiare idee

E con le idee si cambia il mondo

Ma il mondo non cambia spesso

Allora la tua vera rivoluzione sarà cambiare te stesso

[oxytocina]

Servirebbe un secondo più all'anno

Per fare un respiro profondo, per rilassare le spalle

[oxytocina]

I didn't ask you enough questions

Like what was your favourite cloud shape?

Or do you believe in reincarnation-and if so, will you return as a cat in my window?

I didn't ask what your favourite painting was

Or which planet do you want to live on

Or how long you can hold your breath underwater

But I knew your coffee order

And the way your brain hummed and hissed

I miss everyone I've met

[oxytocina]

Maybe nostalgia is the only home you get

[pedahls]

I’m not impressed by what kind of car you drive, or what job you got, or the house you live in or your social status. I’m impressed by the mindset you have, the heart you hold and the way you value yourself & others around you.

[oxytocina]

[oxytocina]

Refuse to loose my mind

[periwrinkleintimeless]

If you dislike Eulogy solely because you thought Paul Giamatti’s character treated Carol terribly then you missed the point. Did he treat her unfairly? Of course. And the entire episode centers around him coming to terms with that.

Have you ever had a relationship that ended and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out how it all crashed and burned? You rewind the memories over and over in your head again and it doesn’t add up. You two loved each other, wanted to build a life together, so where did it all go wrong? And the longer you go without an answer the angrier you get. Because if you don’t see where it went wrong then the problem couldn’t possibly lie with you. So you start blaming everything on the other person. The memories you shared together don’t feel so happy now because even just thinking about them gets you furious. It’s all their fault you couldn’t work out. You did nothing but love them.

And then, maybe years later, you’ve grown and you’ve changed, and now you’ve started to see things in a different light. Were they really the person you thought they were? Was there something you missed? Were they the ones who stopped trying first or you? And you begin to question everything. But it’s been so long and you gotten so accustomed to putting the blame on them that it seems pointless to ponder on it any longer. It’s all in the past anyways.

But you start opening up to someone about the events that unfolded and they keep pointing out holes in your story. The inconsistencies. Something seems amiss. And as you go on, you also seem to question yourself. Suddenly it doesn’t seem like a matter of how well you remember but how much you forgot. After so much time, it’s hard to be able to confront your own contribution to things turned out. You want to deny it but it’s true. There was more that you could’ve done. Reach out. Listen. But what can you do now? It’s too late. But however painful it feels, you also feel relieved in a way. Because after so long you finally got your answers.

The story never tries to justify his actions or put him in a better light while villainizing Carol. It was giving him the closure he never realized he needed.

[funeral]

Human beings are not ontologically designed for seamless satisfaction. At most, we experience moments, periods, or spurts of satisfaction (jouissance). Instead of the kind of wholeness and plenitude that we may fantasize about, a buried brokenness of being constitutes the status quo of our lives. Many of us are experts at hiding or ignoring this reality, frequently by filling our lives with so many practical preoccupations that we do not have the time or mental space to pay attention to the ontological void within our being. Nonetheless, there are moments of crises – sudden tears in the normal fabric of our lives – when this void leaps to the forefront of our consciousness, often ushering us to a melancholy crypt of despair that can be difficult to climb out of.

Mari Ruti, "When the Cure Is that There Is No Cure: Melancholia, Mourning, Creativity"

[oxytocina]

Underexposed youth