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amare-habeo:

Melchior-Paul von Deschwanden (Swiss, 1811 – 1881)
The Study of a Young Man (Studie eines jungen Mannes), 1829/1881

amare-habeo:

Melchior-Paul von Deschwanden (Swiss, 1811 – 1881)

The Study of a Young Man (Studie eines jungen Mannes), 1829/1881

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There was
no night.

The night was in my head.


-Louise Glück, from Landscape (via mirroir)

Questions I ask myself and have not answered yet:

Am I perpetuating the colonial script? Am I reinforcing essentialist ideas? Am I fulfilling colonial destiny by elevating everyday interactions and embedding them with historical significance? Am I re-enacting historical pains? Is it worth it? Isn’t this all cyclical, reductive even?

at university:

I see POC students thirst to tell our stories, to fight when there is no argument. There is this desperation, anger. I don’t understand what to make of it. How to escape the colonial script but protect ourselves?

Despite what you’ve read, your sadness is not beautiful. No one will see you in the bookstore, curled up with your Bukowski, and want to save you.
Stop waiting
for a salvation that will not come from the grey-eyed boy looking for an annotated copy of Shakespeare,
for an end to your sadness in Keats.
He coughed up his lungs at 25, and flowery words cannot conceal a life barely lived.
Your life is fragile, just beginning, teetering on the violent edge of the world.
Your sadness will bury you alive, and you are the only one who can shovel your way out with hardened hands and ragged fingernails, bleeding your despair into the unforgiving earth.
Darling, you see, no heroes are coming for you. Grab your sword, and don your own armor.
-Emily Palermo, Your Sadness is a Poison (via starredsoul)
danielpardini:

.gif remix “edward hopper” painting

danielpardini:

.gif remix “edward hopper” painting

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Pokemon? What an imperialist/colonialist game: gotta catch em all? Haha

A good movie adds value to the music by way of ideas—the discovery of something in the music that wouldn’t be apparent upon listening, or the use of it in a cinematic idea that’s worthy of the composition. Weak movies, such as ‘Nymphomaniac,’ are the tofu to the sauce of the music; Franck’s Sonata gives much to the movie, which, in turn, returns nothing, adds nothing, reveals nothing.
-Richard Brody on music ruined by movies: http://nyr.kr/1jxG3ZC (via newyorker)

LOL

In the dark forest of your mind, show me where the wildflowers grow.
-||  Maza-Dohta (via maza-dohta)