The fear of becoming a saint or the regret of not dying.
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The fear of becoming a saint or the regret of not dying.
“I always endowed madness with a sacred, poetic value, a mystical value. It seemed to me to be a denial of ordinary life, an effort to transcend it, to expand, to go far beyond the limitations of the human condition.”
— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Volume 1, 1931-1934
they invented a new kind of jerking off called groping your bruises and whimpering
“Egret Eyed” by Seraphine Saintclair
erin lecount, sweet fruit
A beautifully made c1960 vintage enameled ram's head ring with intricate carving and emerald eyes. Built in 14K yellow gold. Likely designed to represent the Aries Zodiac sign. Weighs 9.9 grams.
Currently a size 6 and best not resized.
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Yukio Mishima, from Spring Snow
Text ID: Dreams, memories, the sacred-they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous. Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch.
If you enjoyed this book you should read every other book in the world for extra textual context. All things are intricately related to one another.
There is no moral.
The wolf eats you one day,
And until it does,
The forest is beautiful
[Neverafter - Brennan Lee Mulligan]
i think i'm gonna die in this house
last night was a heavy-handed allegory for the crucifixion
Léopold Survage, TAUREAUX COMBATTANT, 1929.
Ivory and Pearl gripped pistols. Heavily engraved. Luger, Mauser, Colt
so imagine you’re making ratatouille and you don’t like tomatoes. you don’t like the taste, the texture, the putting them in the water and the peeling them - eugh! so you say to yourself “lookit, this whole dish is nothing but vegetables, so what does it matter if i leave the tomatoes out?” a seemingly innocuous decision on the surface, but 2 hours or whatever later when you’re done cooking, you open the oven to find a complete mess! just a pot full of baked vegetables, none of them congealed or somehow unified. what happened to your beloved ratatouille? so you take to google and find that actually the tomatoes are an essential ingredient of ratatouille, as they form a “sauce” of a certain kind that makes the whole thing work. and so a seemingly innocent decision has destroyed the very foundation of the established order with disturbing ramifications towards the whole. in this essay i will examine how martin luther’s 95 theses lead to protestants being more boring than catholics
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