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The Nightingale

Everyone’s making everything up
There is no one in charge except for those
Who pretend to be
No one is coming
No one is going to
Rescue you
Mind read your needs
Know your body better than you
Always fight back.

Ask for it
Say you want it
Cherish your solitude
Take trains by yourself to places
You have never been
Sleep out alone under the stars
Learn how to drive a stick shift
Go so far away that you stop being afraid of
Not coming back.

Say no when you don’t want to do something
Say yes if your instincts are strong
Even if everyone around you disagrees
Decide whether you want to be liked or admired
Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out
What you’re doing here
Believe in kissing.

--Eve Ensler, I am an Emotional Creature (via larmoyante)
Filed under: #words #poetry
Posted at July 21, 2014 22:02:20 | Notes: 773

red-lipstick:

Peregrine Honig (b. 1976, San Francisco, CA, USA)      Mixed Media

(Source: peregrinehonig.com)

Filed under: #visual #women #art
Posted at July 21, 2014 20:59:55 | Notes: 387
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
--Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (via claudebukowski)

(Source: blua, via claudebukowski)

Filed under: #words #hurt #happiness
Posted at July 21, 2014 18:01:21 | Notes: 800

asylum-art:

"I created the Body/Text Project as a means of using technology to explore how traditional media and artistic exploitation of the human form separates thought from flesh. By turning skin into a screen and projecting text onto it, I seek to reunite the intellectual and the physical in an aesthetically bold context. My aim is to render beauty and to celebrate human beings as thinking animals."
 
"Ideally, overlaying this text onto naked human flesh will serve as a reminder that these agreements are vitally important to our very survival. In mythology and classical art, messengers are usually depicted nude or draped only in scant clothing. These models are messengers as well."

(via blackholemetric)

Filed under: #visual #words #art #things i adore
Posted at July 21, 2014 17:10:51 | Notes: 1267

untrustyou:

swinmminginmilk

(via iuliem)

Filed under: #visual #art #marie
Posted at July 21, 2014 17:10:18 | Notes: 4890

theparisreview:

“I want my translation to be something impossible yet extant, something existing on the border of two utterly incompatible worlds, and yet to be a bridge between those worlds. I want the reader of the English version to feel the same shock I felt when reading the original. I don’t want to make it easy or acceptable, or to over-domesticate the text. There is an incredible poetry in the Hungarian language. Sometimes it’s infinitely gentle, sometimes it’s savage poetry.”

An interview with translator Ottilie Mulzet on László Krasznahorkai.

Filed under: #words #translation #language
Posted at July 21, 2014 17:02:21 | Notes: 148

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Roger Ballen

Die Antwoord

"I Fink U Freeky" was published by Random House Prestel in July 2013.

Website

Filed under: #art #visual
Posted at July 21, 2014 16:47:43 | Notes: 517

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

--Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them  (via wethinkwedream)

(via franceskoncan)

Filed under: #words #yes #remember simba #things i adore
Posted at July 21, 2014 14:00:49 | Notes: 271752

nubbsgalore:

fireflies in timelapse, photos by (click pic) vincent bradytakehito miyataketsuneaki hiramatsu and spencer black

(Source: nubbsgaloretumblr.com, via iuliem)

Filed under: #visual #art #atmosphere
Posted at July 21, 2014 12:59:47 | Notes: 39528

Come back. Come back to me.

(Source: a-torvs, via iuliem)

Filed under: #visual #art #mmmm #find me later
Posted at July 21, 2014 12:59:21 | Notes: 1412
Don’t do that. Don’t skip stages in your life. You’re 19, kiss a few boys and wear your heart on your sleeve. There will come a time when you’re 39 and stuck in a suit, wondering why the hell you were so eager to grow up in the first place.
--note to self  (via safeslut)

(Source: c0ntemplations, via chuckietylors)

Filed under: #words #remember simba
Posted at July 21, 2014 00:38:57 | Notes: 36994

The friends you will call extensions
of yourself the day you graduate high
school may not be the first people
you call when you get engaged.

Not all kisses will be good ones.
Some will be wet and miss your
mouth by so much, you’ll start to
wonder if they’re looking for
something beyond you, something
your skin will never add up to.

The first time you go home with
a stranger, tell them they are
beautiful and spend the night
begging them to show you
more of their heart in between
your crescendos and releases.

When you leave in the morning
without saying goodbye, hope
they understand that it was
for their own good.

The people you love can be
untouchable and hard and mean
when they have been hurt, but
do not let that stop you from
breaking down their bathroom
doors and holding them together.
You will find that people often
insist that they are whole far
more when they are falling apart
inside of your arms.

It took me so long to learn that other
people are not limbs. You can hurt
for them when they break, but your
pain will not be one in the same with
their experience. Do not tell her you
“know how she feels”, tell her you
will be here when she needs to
release it.

Pain can be so great, but the
sky is always the most beautiful
after nasty storms, bent on
knocking down trees and keeping
homes in the dark.

Buy an umbrella.

Don’t let anyone tell you
that you do not already
have everything you will
ever need.

--for the little girl in the supermarket picking out lipstick, Emma Bleker (via claudebukowski)

(via claudebukowski)

Filed under: #words #poetry #remember simba #things i love
Posted at July 21, 2014 00:32:22 | Notes: 5045

wirginity:

Michelangelo Buonarroti's The Pietà (1498–1499), detail
The only piece Michelangelo ever signed.

(via blackholemetric)

Filed under: #visual #things i love #michelangelo #pieta
Posted at July 21, 2014 00:15:55 | Notes: 473

bohemianhomes:

Moon to Moon Blog: The Glass House

(via expresswithsilence)

Filed under: #visual #spaces
Posted at July 21, 2014 00:13:27 | Notes: 23383
I need someone who
Sees the fire in my eyes and
wants to play with it.
--Haiku by l.s.f. (via psych-facts)

(via the-bates-initiative)

Filed under: #words #mmm
Posted at July 20, 2014 18:00:55 | Notes: 38832