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Where is everybody? José Manuel Ballester

When we killed what we were to become what we are, what did we do with the bodies? We did what most people do; buried them under the floorboards and got used to the smell. I’ve lived my life like a serial killer; finish with one part, strangle it and move on to the next. Life in neat little boxes is life in neat little coffins, the dead bodies of the past laid out side by side. I am discovering, now, in the late afternoon of the day, that the dead still speak.

Jeanette Winterson, from “Gut Symmetries,” published c. 1998 (via violentwavesofemotion)

“The gaze, human or animal, is a powerful thing. When we look at something, we decide to fill our entire existence, however briefly, with that very thing. To fill your whole world with a person, if only for a few seconds, is a potent act. And it can be a dangerous one. Sometimes we are not seen enough, and other times we are seen too thoroughly, we can be exposed, seen through, even devoured. Hunters examine their prey obsessively in order to kill it. The line between desire and elimination, to me, can be so small. But that is who we are. There must be some beauty—and if not beauty, meaning—in that brutal power. I am still trying, and mostly failing, to find it.”

— Ocean Vuong, Survival as a Creative Force

This facelift begins with pastel blush for the walls. An old chest, painted with romantic flowers and ribbons, teams with a flowered sink and mirror for unabashed romance. The dressing table? It’s a junk store find clad in a lacy new “dress”.

The New Decorating Book, 1997

that's it that's the whole show

Witches On Tinder

Mariano Fortuny exhibit at Mitsubishi Ichigokan Museum with @bububun on a hot summer day. We ended up matching~

I skipped all my other summer outfits, but since Laura just posted her own outfit, I thought now would be the best moment to post this one.

“[W]hat does the sentence “If you eat this fruit you will die” mean for Eve who is in a place where there is no death?”

— Hélène Cixous, Readings: The Poetics of Blanchot, Joyce, Kakfa, Kleist, Lispector, and Tsvetayeva.