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Hieronymus Bosch, The Garden of Earthly Delights (between 1480 and 1505) (detail).
Venus, Moon and Jupiter
Credit: Sylvio Müller
is there any hotter look than disheveled and slightly bloody
dolce & gabbana alta moda couture f/w 2019
cafés and prague part two
“What does it mean to love somebody? It is always to seize that person in a mass, extract him or her from a group, however small, in which he or she participates, whether it be through the family only or through something else; then to find that person’s own packs, the multiplicities he or she encloses within himself or herself which may be of an entirely different nature. To join them to mine, to make them penetrate mine, and for me to penetrate the other person’s.”
— Gilles Deleuze, A Thousand Plateaus
4 January 2020
It’s 23:50 on a Saturday night. I’m on the west coast, Oregon exactly. I have been laying in the dark in our one-bedroom price gouge of an apartment, with its ugly carpets and crooked bathroom door that won’t shut. This is a different kind of old than the last apartment. That was old but had character, in its windows and high ceilings. This is just... old. Maybe kind of depressing. Our bedroom window faces the parking lot and light shines through it all night from the covered parking spaces. Light is seeping in under the door because you’re still up, two hours after I’ve gone to bed.
Fuck this just sucks. This life sucks. The feeling of anxiety all the time. The feeling that I have to make so many decisions. The worry about us about him about what I can handle. How do I talk to him about it all.
I want to go home. I want to be myself and be good and be calm. That’s what i want. God.
“True translation is not a binary affair between two languages but a triangular affair. The third point of the Triangle being what lay behind the words of the original text before it was written. True translation demands a return to the pre-verbal.”
— John Berger, “Self Portrait” from Confabulations (via mesogeios)
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How to Save Your Own Life, Erica Jong
COURAGE IS AN ACQUIRED TASTE.
Actually had a productive day at the library going through my materials and writing notes on Mary Shelley
Castle Combe | @jameslloydcole
5 Nov 2019
I feel like I’m trying to catch up. Trying to figure out if this me is who I want. This is what I could have. This grown up version of myself that actually does the things she says, but also sometimes... doesn’t. I had a beer for dinner. And some weed. I read a little, and talked a little, and generally just... distracted myself I guess. I don’t want to be a homebody but how do I not do that? how do i interact with everyone else?
This is what they don’t tell you about your 20s when you haven’t done things the mo
god i sounded pretentious. I just deleted half that sentence. Who the fuck am I writing for? No one really cares about this. About me. About the words that come out of my mouth or out of my fingers and GOD fucking damn why am I so fucking miserable all the time?
Fucking do better.
That’s what I say now. Over and over and over-do better do better do better do better d obett erdobet terdobetterdobetterdobetterdobetter.
GOD FUCK.
Why do we say god even though we don’t believe in it? or maybe that’s just me. I keep thinking about it lately, if i believe in god. If I want to go back to church and i think it’s less about the god part and more about the community part. but how the fuck would i fake that now? you know. Like max has church. he has phish. that’s... that’s church for him in a way that i have never and will never understand. I don’t believe in anything - i don’t love anything the way he loves that.
God i wish i did. I want to find joy. I want to have passion. I want to feel beautiful because i am ALIGHT not because I am... well plastic.
I want to create. I want to do. I want to feel like I can breathe every day, not just when i escape to the mountains.
I want to do better. I want to do better for me. Please do better for me.
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