Some Sums

likeafieldmouse: Christian Schloe - Portrait of a Heart (2013)

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:06:36 -0700

likeafieldmouse:

Christian Schloe - Portrait of a Heart (2013)

spookpriestess: Boleslaw Biegas - The Vampire In The Form Of...

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:03:54 -0700

spookpriestess:

Boleslaw Biegas - The Vampire In The Form Of The Demon, 1917

"If you reveal everything, bare every feeling, ask for understanding, you lose something crucial to..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:02:52 -0700

“If you reveal everything, bare every feeling, ask for understanding, you lose something crucial to your sense of yourself. You need to know things that others don’t know. It’s what no one knows about you that allows you to know yourself.”

- Don DeLillo
Good to know. —TO (via tobia)

"[in] imaginary objectification of the other … one loves the other … inasmuch as the other resembles..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:59:16 -0700

“[in] imaginary objectification of the other … one loves the other … inasmuch as the other resembles oneself. … One loves the other inasmuch as the other is misrecognised as resembling one’s misrecognition of one’s self. A misrecognition of the self which originates in the other. ‘It is from [the other] as such that the misrecognitions which define me as a self are born.’”

- Lacanian Ethics And The Assumption Of Subjectivity (via jujutsu-with-zizek)

"I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:58:12 -0700

“I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am…You are a shit.”

- Frida Kahlo, from an unsent letter to Diego Rivera (via cottonbutts)

Tonight I can write the saddest lines

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:12:59 -0700

Tonight I can write the saddest lines

Write, for example,’The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

Pablo Neruda

"We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all..."

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 17:53:24 -0700

“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”

- Hunter S. Thompson (via hobbitology)

sashastergiou: Max Ernst, the first clear word, 1923

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 17:24:54 -0700

sashastergiou:

Max Ernst, the first clear word, 1923

"When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the..."

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 16:56:54 -0700

““When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.””

- Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via jaimelannister)

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Mon, 29 Apr 2013 16:28:24 -0700

unecrepuscule: A Sad Child by Margaret Atwood.

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 16:00:27 -0700

unecrepuscule:

A Sad Child by Margaret Atwood.

fuckthereallife: Jake gives the best advice

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 15:32:26 -0700

fuckthereallife:

Jake gives the best advice

coitusandcarnage: The Lair Of The White Worm, 1988

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 15:03:39 -0700

coitusandcarnage:

The Lair Of The White Worm, 1988

"Seek out that particular mental attribute which makes you feel most deeply and vitally alive, along..."

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 14:35:38 -0700

“Seek out that particular mental attribute which makes you feel most
deeply and vitally alive, along with which comes the inner voice which says,
‘This is the real me,’ and when you have found that attitude, follow it.”

- William James (via liberumarbitriumindifferentiae)