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in the process of setting up this blog.
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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2002 𓋜
in the process of setting up this blog.
What shall I sing to my lord from my window? What shall I sing, for my lord will not stay? What shall I sing, for my lord will not listen? Where shall I go, for my lord is away? Whom shall I love when the moon is arisen? Gone is my lord, and the grave is his prison.
The Innocents (1961), dir. Jack Clayton
ユリとバラプリント半袖カットソー
声明 (Manifesto) | Heaven in Her Arms
Ball jointed doll in Masaru Shichinohe’s studio Tokyo, Mary 2014
“If only you could taste your nothingness, if you could find repose in your nothingness, and if this nothingness would not be a kind of being and not really death either. It’s so hard not to exist any more, not to be something any more. Real suffering is to feel the movement of thought within oneself. But when thought is a fixed point, it is certainly not a suffering. I am at the point where I no longer touch life, but with all the appetites still within me, and the insistent titillation of being. I have nothing to do now but make myself over.”
— Antonin Artaud, from “The Nerve Meter”, translated from the French by Mary Ann Caws
「La Rêverie」
礒田ゆり子
yoran, montparnasse (1981)
We cannot live in a world that is not our own, in a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a home. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening, to use our own voice, to see our own light.
St. Hildegard von Bingen (1098-1179)
I miss being called 'your highness'
st. anna maria taigi
““There is a feeling I’ve had ever since childhood: that there exist many different ‘worlds’ and I was born in the wrong one, a world I don’t quite fit into. I’ve felt this strong feeling of wrongness all through my life. There is no space for me in this world. Every time I believe I’ve finally found my place, someone comes to me and says ‘Go away! You’re not supposed to be here””
— Jun Togawa
Ichijo Yukari – Maya no Souretsu