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Anaïs Nin, from The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 4: 1927-1931
Text ID: I must build up a strong world within myself, so rich and so full that it will be enough. I must find all things in myself, create them. I must reach my own climaxes of strength and creation with my work.
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april fools in a few weeks. who will ask me to be their fool
op, will you be my fool?
“Invite me in your dreams if you can’t come here.”
— Amrapali (1966), dir. Lekh Tandon
Johann Valentin Sonnenschein - Resurrection of Maria Magdalena Langhans with Her Child, c. 1780
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Frederick Carter (1883–1967), “The Dragon of the Alchemists”
engraved on wood by W.M. Quick, 1936
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Ceramics and illustrations by Olivier Maximilian
Sayat-Nova, aka The Color of Pomegranates (1969)
on friendship
text: my own private idaho (1991), painting: vincent van gogh, the yellow house, 1888 // vincent van gogh, shoes, 1888 // vincent van gogh's letter to paul gauguin, october 1888 // text: aristotle, painting: pinterest // @dacuslucy // erica mao // henri de toulouse-lautrec, the two friends, 1894 // @brain--rott // @kafk-a // anne magill, smitten //@honeytuesday // albert camus
the sketch for my filleted fish linocut
embarrassment has good bones
When everything is embarrassing, that’s a sign that your passion is waking up, and it wants more. Your desire is a tender sprout that wants more water, more sunshine. It wants you to give up on SEEMING happy and in control and to start FEELING joy instead, even when it feels a little too big, even when it makes you cry, even when it forces you to question where you are and why.
Passion and desire and shame and sadness don’t signal that you have to change everything immediately, though. These are sensations that don’t require solutions. Your primary job, in the face of renewed lust for life, is to tolerate the shame of joy.
Because embarrassment is sometimes just a sign that you’ve never lived out in the open before, you’ve never cared more about a feeling than you care about how you’re coming across, you’ve never prioritized happiness over control.
This is why it’s good to take risks that might embarrass you regularly. Because every time you dare to embarrass yourself for the sake of who you are, you’re teaching your body to prioritize joy. You’re teaching yourself to let go of seeming better than the things you love. You’re showing yourself how to feel where you are — to soak in the cool fall air, to breathe in the moon, to love every lopsided moment of your glorious, flawed life.
Shame is a Side Effect of Desire, Heather Havrilesky
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The older I get, the more I realize that one can only truly live with those who set you free, who love you with an affection as light to bear as it is deep to feel.
Life today is too harsh, too bitter, too draining to endure additional constraints from those we love. That is how I am your friend: I cherish your happiness, your freedom, your adventure—in a word—and I wish to be the companion you can always rely on.
~Albert Camus
''Doesn't know what it's like to receive love''
Sweetie are you okay? You rebloged doesn't know what it's like to receive love 14 times today
smth pretty domestic about reading your favorite book to your totally platonic pal in the comfort and safety of your bedroom at half past midnight
80% of the ocean is unexplored by YOU GUYS. i've seen the whole thing
There's a quiet love hidden in the question, 'Did you eat today?'. It's like a whisper in the dark. A whisper going..
'I hope you ate today, I hope you know I love you. I love you. I love you...'
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
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I say I'm okay and I am okay.. but some evenings I barely move from the chair and some mornings I skip breakfast and don't open your texts. I say I'm okay and I am okay but some nights my hands shake when I think of getting up the next morning.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from Elle took a knife and carved her thighs
Love should be easy, like sunshine on a summer day, like peeling oranges. It should be easy, but it isn't.
Some nights I still love the boy I loved when I was 13 even though I never think about him. He wrote me letters every time he missed me and played Panic at the Disco a little too loud. A girl I once held hands with all night told me that a full moon means the sun was happy that day and I still try to make the sun smile every time I look above. And it shouldn't have hurt when I told her I didn't love her anymore, I didn't. But some days I still do.
Love should be easy but it's old photographs, it's love letters that I still keep in a black box by my bedside table. It's puzzles whose pieces don't exist in my memory anymore. Love should be easy. It isn't.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
