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May 21, 2013
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"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 violentwavesofemotion)

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May 18, 2013
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May 16, 2013
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crudamoral:

absolutely exquisite photographs of james baldwin in turkey taken from yes magazine’s spread. inspiring, indeed. what spirited and brilliant soul wants to be my travel buddy and muse? let’s live.

(via jacobwren)

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May 15, 2013
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"You have got to sometimes become the medicine you want to take. You have got to, absolutely got to put your face into the gash and sniff, and lick. You have got to learn to get sick. You have got to reestablish the integrity of your emotions so that their violence can become a health and so that you can keep on becoming. There is no sacrifice. You have got to want to live. You have got to force yourself to want to."

— Ariana Reines, “Advertisement” (via newsfrompoems)

(Source: yum-and-yuk.blogspot.com, via theilovedickproject-deactivated)

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May 15, 2013
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"girls who’d been hospitalized for mental illness, assistant professors who would not be receiving their tenure, lap dancers, cutters, and whores"

— Chris Kraus | Summer of Hate (via elanormcinerney)

(via theilovedickproject-deactivated)

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May 14, 2013
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"I feel so teenage. When you’re living so intensely in your head you actually believe when something happens you’ve imagined, that you caused it… When you’re living so intensely in your head there isn’t any difference between what you imagine and what actually takes place. Therefore, you’re both omnipotent and powerless."

— chris kraus, i love dick (via amdfn)

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May 14, 2013
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theparisreview: “After sex, you curl up like a shrimp, something deep inside you ruined, slammed in a place that sickens at slamming, and slowly you fill up with an overwhelming sadness, an elusive gaping worry. You don’t try to explain it, filled with the knowledge that it’s nothing after all, everything filling up finally and absolutely with death. After the briskness of loving, loving stops. And you roll over with death stretched alongside you like a feather boa, or a snake, light as air, and you … you don’t even ask for anything or try to say something to him because it’s obviously your own damn fault. You haven’t been able to—to what? To open your heart. You open your legs but can’t, or don’t dare anymore, to open your heart.” —Susan Minot, from “Lust”Art Credit Sandra Gamarra

theparisreview:

“After sex, you curl up like a shrimp, something deep inside you ruined, slammed in a place that sickens at slamming, and slowly you fill up with an overwhelming sadness, an elusive gaping worry. You don’t try to explain it, filled with the knowledge that it’s nothing after all, everything filling up finally and absolutely with death. After the briskness of loving, loving stops. And you roll over with death stretched alongside you like a feather boa, or a snake, light as air, and you … you don’t even ask for anything or try to say something to him because it’s obviously your own damn fault. You haven’t been able to—to what? To open your heart. You open your legs but can’t, or don’t dare anymore, to open your heart.”

—Susan Minot, from “Lust”
Art Credit Sandra Gamarra

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May 12, 2013
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howtotalktogirlsdialectically:

Sext: I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body.

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May 08, 2013
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"Eros is an issue of boundaries. He exists because certain boundaries do. In the interval between reach and grasp, between glance and counterglance, between ‘I love you’ and ‘I love you too’, the absent presence of desire comes alive. But the boundaries of time and glance and I love you are only aftershocks of the main, inevitable boundary that creates Eros: the boundary of flesh and self between you and me. And it is only, suddenly, at the moment when I would dissolve that boundary, I realize I never can."

— Anne Carson (1998). Eros the Bittersweet. Champaign: Dalkey Archive Press; p. 30. (via acadaimon)

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May 05, 2013
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"the lover will never fill the void so let the void be"

— Daiq, killing it (via aloofshahbanou)

(via sylvides)