#silent feels

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Art by Naomi Chen (portfolio website) (reposted because this is not adult content)

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“Woman Sitting On a Bed”, by George Segal (1924-2000)

(reposted because this is not adult content)

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I had a shorter version of this posted way back on my blog, but the link to the full one was broken. Figured why not post the whole thing over here because it’s breath-taking.

This is Feral, dir. Daniel Sousa (2012)

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Can you imagine Heather singing this to/about Claudia?: youtube(.)com/watch?v=pe2q-ZYj4oc (In case you can't open it, just search "Megan McCauley - Die For You" on YouTube)

I DEFINITELY CAN, albeit in more of a “shippy fanfic” context than a canon one. I really like Megan McCauly, her stuff in general is very Heathery!

[cultural-derealization]

I sat with myself until the truth spoke to me, until I could no longer avoid it. I sat myself into discomfort, until there was no escaping the ugly truth, the harsh reality of the now. I sat with myself until the reality of everything sunk in. That this is it. This is all there is. The good old days aren’t coming back. The past is non-existent because memories fade and feelings change.. Tomorrow is a repetition of today which becomes yesterday..no change.. This is it.. Nothing left.. I sat with myself until I could see it for what it is.. No matter how much I felt or wanted, truth is, there is nothing left..Nothing. Because nothing changed. Nothing is changing. Nothing will change. The nothingness of us is a lack of change.. a lack of progression.. A nothingness that will forever linger in the hopes of what could’ve been, was supposed to be but never became.. This is it, this is all there is.. Tomorrow is a repetition of today which becomes yesterday.. An endless loop of false hope and no change..

A vastness of emptiness, a whole lotta nothing, the void, a mirror into the hearts soul. A longing for what we can’t have.. Such desire, such fire, such passion, such feelings, so much want..but nothingness persists where action should be.. There is nothing left but painful memories and a love that couldn’t be.. Nothingness said the void to me..Nothing left, nothing to go back to, nothing to wait on, nothing to hold on to..

Nothing left to lose..

A harsh reality..painful ugly truths..

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Berlinde de Bruyckere - We are All Flesh (2004-12)

“An unsettling, reconfigured concept of the body, helpless and contorted, takes center stage in Bruyckere’s faceless sculptures. Abject deformation is turned into beauty as if the artist were trying to wrest a shape from abstract form.”

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(reposted from @instantdays because this is not adult content)

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(reposted because this is not adult content)