Dead men walking dont dream

I used to be someone now I'm just trash

[nevver]

Last gas, Sebastian B

[linusbenjamin]

True Detective 1.01 — The Long Bright Dark

[m-oaning-myrtle]

[funeral]

Robert Pantano, The Art of Living a Meaningless Existence

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

“What does the money machine eat? It eats youth, spontaneity, life, beauty and above all it eats creativity. It eats quality and shits out quantity.” ― William S. Burroughs

[funeral]

Lisa Capps and Elinor Ochs, Constructing Panic: The Discourse of Agoraphobia

[funeral]

Jenny Holzer, The Living Series

[funeral]

If what we are is a "project towards the world", then the Cartesian cogito ("I think") becomes I act; my existence as a self is not that of a single continuing "consciousness", or a series of such consciousnesses, but a single "experience" in which I, as an embodied human being, engage with the world. My body is not, as objectivists might have it, an instrument loosely attached to me that I can use, but is me myself as involved with the world and as expressing myself in its movements. If I am an embodied subject, then the thoughts, feelings, intentions, wishes and so on that I have necessarily find expression in my body, not only in my actions and the objects I manipulate in them or the environment that I change by them, but even in the very characteristics of the body itself. Conversely, my body for me, or what Merleau-Ponty calls le corps propre, is not some kind of mechanistic system loosely attached to me, but is my mode of expression of my thoughts, feelings, intentions, and so on. A person's body can become what Merleau-Ponty beautifully describes as "the eloquent relic of an existence."

Eric Matthews, The Philosophy of Merleau-Ponty

[nevver]

Stay till the end, Devin Lunsford

[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

The Seventh Seal (1957)

[funeral]

Over time, self-alienation can only be maintained by most individuals at the cost of increasingly greater self-loathing, disconnection from emotion, addictive or self-destructive behavior, and internal struggles between vulnerability and control, love and hate, closeness and distance, shame and pride. While longing to be loved, safe, and welcome, many traumatized clients find themselves alternating between anxious clinging and pushing others away, hating themselves or having little patience with the flaws of others, yearning to be seen and yearning to be invisible.

Janina Fisher, Healing the Fragmented Selves of Trauma Survivors

[thetrendkiller]

For reference

[kisxmesoft]

[thetrendkiller]

It’s interesting how being in love hardens your heart

[nevver]

Dream on, Min Ding

[toiich]

One Sings, the Other Doesn't (1977), dir. Agnès Varda

[thetrendkiller]

I’ve learned my body means nothing anymore