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outtake of an editorial i shot in a strip club in berlin
toska (ĖtÅ-skÉ);Ā noun
in russian -Ā at its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. at less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. in particular cases it may be the desire of somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. at the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.
vase of white lilacs roses, Ʃdouard manet
nausea
monday, 29 january 1932:
something has happened to me, i can't doubt it anymore. it came as an illness does, not like an ordinary certainty, not like anything evident. it came cunningly, little by little; i felt a little strange, a little put out, that's all. once established it never moved, it stayed quiet, and i was able to persuade myself that nothing was the matter with me, that it was a false alarm. and now, it's blossoming.
jean-paul sartre
rhythm 10, 1973, marina abramovic
1915, egon schiele
midori kobayashi
'i guess iāve been waiting so long iām looking for perfection. that makes it tough.' 'waiting for the perfect love?' 'no, even i know better than that. iām looking for selfishness. perfect selfishness. like, say i tell you i want to eat strawberry shortbread. and you stop everything youāre doing and run out and buy it for me. and you come back out of breath and get down on your knees and hold this strawberry shortbread out to me. and i say i donāt want it any more and throw it out of the window. thatās what iām looking for.' 'iām not sure that has anything to do with love,' i said with some amazement.'it does,' she said. 'you just donāt know it. there are times in a girlās life when things like that are incredibly important.' 'things like throwing strawberry shortbread out of the window?' 'exactly. and when i do it, i want the man to apologize to me. 'now i see, midori. what a fool iāve been! i should have known that you would lose your desire for strawberry shortbread. i have all the intelligence and sensitivity of a piece of donkey shit. to make it up to you, iāll go out and buy you something else. what would you like? chocolate mousse? cheesecake?' 'so then what?' 'so then iād give him all the love he deserves for what heās done.'
haruki murakami / norwegian wood
gürl shares my mindset ā
18+ / 'shade' very much in love with this
intimacy / jean paul-sartre
āhe loves me, he doesnāt love my bowels, if they showed him my appendix in a glass he wouldnāt recognize it, heās always feeling me, but if they put the glass in his hands he wouldnāt touch it, he wouldnāt think, āthatās hers,ā you ought to love all of somebody, the esophagus, the liver, the intestines. maybe we donāt love them because we arenāt used to them, but if we saw them the way we saw our hands and arms maybe weād love them; the starfish must love each other better than we do. they stretch out on the beach when thereās sunlight and they poke out their stomachs to get the air and everybody can see them; i wonder where we could stick ours out, through the navel. she had closed her eyes and blue circles began to turn, like at the carnival yesterdayā
a female IRA fighter armed with an AR-18 taking aim at pro-british troops during skirmishes. county armin, northern ireland, 1972.
You little bitty pretty one.
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