hey.

[xits-a-bittersweet-lifex]

[sh4wtycore]

[psikonauti]

Shabnam Jahanshahi (Iranian,b.1984)

Annunciation, 2024

Oil on canvas

[freshmoviequotes]

The Lovers on the Bridge (1991)

[turntdwn]

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[sabanasblancasuniverse-deactiva]

[theevenprime]

This is universal. This comedy transcends time and language.

[pyros-random-thoughts]

Hes right

[balamist]

#my guy lost knife priviledges real fast

[jareckiworld]

Felix Nussbaum (1904-1944) — Einsamkeit (Lonliness)  [oil, canvas, 1942]

[thunderstruck9]

Felix Nussbaum (German, 1904-1944), Einsamkeit [Loneliness], 1942. Oil on canvas. The Jewish Museum, Berlin

[back-then]

An engineer wiring an early IBM computer. 1958 Photo: Berenice Abbott

[freediaspora]

[4444555666777888999]

What if we did infantaljzed body positivity for bald men. You’re so brave for being bald. Bald is beautiful . That’s not a bald spot that’s my eagle mark

[pgorig]

#pisswave 2015

[lucianlung]

re: Time

‘This was one of my favorite times being by the river. Cause time is material. I liked the shapes of the leafless branches of winter that only appeared when you were right next to them and meanwhile the tree trunks, trees blown over and cut down by the storm last year, took on other shapes, always metamorphosing depending on the changing distances between them and you. Dreams emerged as we walked. The river began to appear the mirror it would be when there was more light in time. 

Time too can totally go away. I know we are really nothing; that is why I like this night.’

Kathy Acker, In Memoriam to Identity 

[memecage]

[swordsking-deactivated20210811]

“[She bites God in the wrist]”

— stage direction from Artaud’s  The Jet of Blood (via comachild)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“Look at us, she said. We are all of us in this room still waiting to be transformed. This is why we search for love. We search for it all our lives, even after we find it.”

— Louise Glück, from section III of “An Endless Story,” The Threepenny Review (Summer 2018)

[grandpasessions]

“I feel my life cracking within me from too much intensity, too much disequilibrium. It is like an explosion which cannot be contained, which throws you up in the air along with everything else. At the edge of life you feel that you are no longer master of the life within you, that subjectivity is an illusion, and that uncontrollable forces are seething inside you, evolving with no relation to a personal center or a definite, individual rhythm.”

— Emil Cioran The Heights of Despair

[emilcioran]

“Neither melancholy nor sadness explodes; neither shatters lives. One speaks of a sad sigh, never a scream of sadness.”

— Emil Cioran, “On Sadness,” On the Heights of Despair