Lee Krasner // Franz Kafka
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One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.
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Thinking about how red marble stone look way too much like meat
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Today's Gender: Nosferatu
Count Orlok from Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror (1922)
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This was really fun to draw >.<
thing or things selection from Viscera, collaboration with Alexandra Jacob, 2016.
Separated from speaking subjects, a language presents itself as a system of signs. Taken singly, signs do not signify anything; each one does not so much express a meaning as mark a divergence of meaning between itself and other signs. Since a sign has meaning only insofar as it is profiled against other signs, its meaning is entirely involved in language. Language is the lateral relation of one sign to another, which makes each of them significant, so that the meaning appears only at the intersections and in the intervals between. Language, in the presence of those who are learning it, precedes itself, teaches itself, and suggests its own deciphering.
The body has a language and, like other semantic systems, this language of the body is unstable. Compared to verbal language or visual symbolism, the “parts of speech” of corporeal language are relatively imprecise. The body as a language is at once inflexible and too flexible. Much can be expressed, whether deliberately or not, through its behavior. The body is at once the most solid, the most elusive, illusory, concrete, metaphorical, ever-present and ever-distant thing—a site, an instrument, an environment, a singularity, and a multiplicity.
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your honer they're in love
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the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
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i love paintings that look as if they have ghosts in them
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i feel like it is weird catholic girl tradition to go through a nun phase
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Karl Stauffer-Bern, Skull study, Museum of Fine Arts Bern, 1880-81
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Can we talk real quick about how beautiful Leonard and Vetinari’s friendship is thematically speaking? Like, we have a dude who’s whole deal is believing that the world is inherently evil, who’s friends with this other guy that almost sees it as his responsibility as a living thing to be unconditionally in love with the world. I’d also argue that this may be slightly present with Sybil, and possibly Carrot. Vetinari just likes people who can make him believe, even briefly, that his ‘the world is inherently evil’ philosophy is false.
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people really think viscera isn't romantic. you don’t listen to your lover's heartbeat? try to hear the blood rushing through their veins? feel the beating of their pulse points against your lips when you kiss them? hearing the growl of their stomach? the rise and fall of their chest as they breathe? a room so quiet you can hear each time they blink? lame as hell. couldn't be me.
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do you wanna kiss covered in blood? can we kiss covered in blood? when are we gonna kiss covered in blood?
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