#122021

[heartoppression]

I want the present without dressing it up with a future that redeems it, not even with a hope — until now what hope wanted in me was just to conjure away the present. But I want much more than that: I want to find the redemption in today, in right now, in the reality that is being, and not in the promise, I want to find joy in this instant [...]

Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.

[coocoozone]

:)

[theunstuffedpepper]

Got my Christmas gift from B a bit early! He made me this beautiful cutting board out of mahogany and maple and it came out looking SO professional. I’m impressed! It took him a day and a half or so of work.. I feel like he could sell these for decent money.

I’m afraid to use it to actually cut things, because it’s so gorgeous. I might just look at it instead.

[coocoozone]

disease where I design a character who looks best from a specific angle performing a specific face and then i draw exactly that every time oops. 

Anyway, just some andrew n wes doodles from like December 2021

[heartoppression]

She found consolation in being sad. Not desperate, for she was much too modest and simple to indulge in despair, but that indefinable quality associated with romantics. It goes without saying that she was neurotic. Neurosis sustained her. Dear God, neurosis counted for something: almost as good as crutches.

Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star (trans. Giovanni Pontiero)

[heartoppression]

Being very superstitious, the girl imagined that if she should ever begin to enjoy life, the spell would be broken. She would cease to be a princess and become transformed into an insect. Because, however awful her situation might be, she had no wish to be deprived of herself. She wanted to be herself. She feared that she would incur some terrible punishment and even be sentenced to death if she began to experience pleasure.

Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star (trans. Giovanni Pontiero)

[heartoppression]

What I used to be, was no good for me. But it was from that not-good that I’d organized the best thing of all: hope. From my own flaw I had created a future good. Am I afraid now that my new way of being doesn’t make sense?

Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.

[heartoppression]

I’m afraid to begin. Existing sometimes gives me heart palpitations. I’m so afraid to be me. I’m so dangerous. They gave me a name and alienated me from myself.

Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life