art through it

[defleftist]

May you live an existence that doesn’t require constant resilience.

[imdatingurmom]

How long can you lick a wound before the taste of blood no longer scares you.

Sonya Vatomsky, “Spring Flowers,” from Salt Is for Curing

[gaysie]

I’m like a haunted house but i’m a girl

[lie-to-me-lie]

[rozioblak]

Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina

[blah111111111111111-deactivated]

i dalje najbolja slika ikada.

[harmony-is-happiness]

[weltenwellen]

Bessel van der Kolk, The Body Keeps the Score

[ritasdove]

[geryone]

Against Silence, Frank Bidart

[vanillaicesblog]

¬ Edinburgh, Scotland

[autumncottageattic]

[huariqueje]

Hôtel Château Versailles, rue Sherbrooke, Montréal  -   Horace Champagne, 1990.

Canadian, b. 1937 -

Pastel on paper ,    22 x 29 in     55,9  x 73,7 cm 

[satobomdoludila]

[satobomdoludila]

Alo addict

[satobomdoludila]

Kikinda

[satobomdoludila]

[satobomdoludila]

[quotespile]

“I’m afraid to write. It’s so dangerous. Anyone who’s tried, knows. The danger of stirring up hidden things – and the world is not on the surface, it’s hidden in its roots submerged in the depths of the sea. In order to write I must place myself in the void. In this void is where I exist intuitively. But it’s a terribly dangerous void: it’s where I wring out blood. I’m a writer who fears the snare of words: the words I say hide others – which? maybe I’ll say them. Writing is a stone cast down a deep well.”

— Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life