phlegm fatale

“Art flies around truth, but with the definite intention of not getting burnt. Its capacity lies in finding in the dark void a place where the beam of light can be intensely caught, without this having been perceptible before.” —Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks

[phlegmfatalee]

Amy Friend

"My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?"  — David Mitchell -Cloud Atlas

[phlegmfatalee]

Daniel Ramos Obregón

"Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporary, because there's nothing to make it last." 

— Nicholas Sparks 

[phlegmfatalee]

"Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them."  — Jodi Picoult (My Sister's Keeper)

[phlegmfatalee]

Unknown

I believe most things can be said in a few lines. -Enzo Ferrari

[phlegmfatalee]

Lia Melia - song of Melusina

“He was swimming in a sea of other people’s expectations. Men had drowned in seas like that.”  ― Robert Jordan, New Spring

[phlegmfatalee]

Ai Wei Wei - Weekend

“The bar was the best place to hide in. time came under your control, time to wade in, time to do nothing in. no guru was needed, no god. nothing expected but yourself and nothing lost to the unexpected.”  ― Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems

[phlegmfatalee]

Lee Chen Doa

“Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer, maybe self-destruction is the answer.” - Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

[phlegmfatalee]

Masao YAMAMOTO, Japan

“Nobody wanted your dance, Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your floundering Drowning life and your effort to save yourself, Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil, Looking for something to give.” ― Ted Hughes, Birthday Letters

[phlegmfatalee]

A progression in red. Emily Barletta

All things are subject to interpretation whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.

Friedrich Nietzsche

[phlegmfatalee]

Photograph- Harlod E Edgerton.

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

- Neil Gaiman, The Sandman

[phlegmfatalee]

Petite fille avec son chat. - Jean-Philippe

“Sometimes,' said Pooh, 'the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.”  ― A.A. Milne

[phlegmfatalee]

Mary Cobel

Untitled 1 (from Blood Script Portfolio) 2008

“The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.”  ― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View

[phlegmfatalee]

Ariel - The Tempest - Lucien Ross

(My art)

  The Fair Came to Town.

My palms are full of almond milk,

and the night is hot.

  It is hard to hear the words on the radio,

over my stomach,

and over the wind.

I can no longer tell the light of the moon,

from the glowing street lamps overhead.

  And again my throat is dry,

and the night has come home,

once more,

to rest.

- Lucien Ross

(My Poetry)

[phlegmfatalee]

Egon Schiele, Autumn Sun and Trees, 1912

“We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes, choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.” 

― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View

[phlegmfatalee]

Photograph - Nan Goldin.

“Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay.”  ― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

[phlegmfatalee]

Sara Golish

“She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.”  ― Neil Gaiman, Stardust

[phlegmfatalee]

Giuseppe Penone.

  Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather Whiplash girl child in the dark Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

The Velvet Underground- Venus in furs