Intrusive Thoughts.

[humanismo-nostalgico]

Rita Hayworth en la película: Gilda, año de 1946.

[classicalcanvas]

Water Lilies painted by Claude Monet (1840 - 1926)

[noahverrier]

My oil painting of an Uncrustable

[unreadable]

[amidstsilence]

[ylaka]

"We never realize how frozen we are until someone starts to melt our ice"

— Bridgett Devoue

[prinz-myshkin]

Bothersome beast, comforting friend

[zegalba]

[runawaystarling]

Looking at old pictures on my desktop and ran across this gem.

[stuckinapril]

I love pretending to be normal in social settings bc it’s like how long will it take until they find out a screw is absolutely loose. how long can I keep this going for

[coffee-n-kush]

Ur in her dms I'm spamming her dash with depressing and offputting posts. We're not the same

[pathologising]

[cheaphalloweencostume]

not to get too deep on main but did anyone else have such deeply rooted issues with their self worth for so long that they thought as a kid/teen that their only redeeming feature was being “low maintenance” and now as an adult you give yourself guilt pangs asking for any more than the barest minimum in virtually any relationship because asking for things might negate your only good quality which is just “doesn’t ask for things”

[primulaceas]

Elfriede Jelinek, The Piano Teacher (translated by Joachim Neugroschel)

[unknowinglydeceasedlol]

I genuinely mourn the person I could have been.

[mournfulroses]

Christa Wolf, from her novel titled "Cassandra," originally published in 1983

[vympr]

i love reading sad books bc when your own grief is stopped up inside you like a clogged drain you can grieve for a character on a page and understand that you're also grieving for yourself a little bit

[petrichara]

‘There is a theory that watching unbearable stories about other people lost in grief and rage is good for you—may cleanse you of your darkness. Do you want to go down to the pits of yourself all alone? Not much. What if an actor could do it for you? Isn’t that why they are called actors? They act for you. You sacrifice them to action. And this sacrifice is a mode of deepest intimacy of you with your own life. Within it you watch [yourself] act out the present or possible organization of your nature. You can be aware of your own awareness of this nature as you never are at the moment of experience. The actor, by reiterating you, sacrifices a moment of his own life in order to give you a story of yours.’

-Anne Carson, ‘Grief Lessons: Four Plays By Euripides’

[sarahreesbrennan]

Stories are full of impossibilities to teach us to bear the unbearable.