chai mornings, dirty secrets, vanilla chapstick, faded polaroids, bent cigarettes, intoxicated kisses, tidbits of lust

lol sitting through health class watching a video on clinical/ major depression and realizing that i had every symptom

life is awesome

Emerson has succeeded too well. He has isolated the seer so completely, voided nature so entirely, that he can observe nothing but the rumblings within his own prose…What Emerson fears is what we hear suppressed and echoing through his prose:

Emerson as quoted by Brodhead 



honestly i fucking hate this essay but i can’t say i mind too much of reading analyses. shit like this makes me want to cry with joy, that someone else (no matter how outrageously ingenious and intellectually separate from my world) understands

sat at my computer for 5 hours 

DIDN’T DO A SINGLE SENTENCE OF MY MOBY DICK ESSAY

fuck you moby dick, fuck you fletcher, fuck you education, fuck you society

one line of freedom snorted straight up the nostril,
one dose shot straight up the arm,
one glass engulfed straight up the lungs,

it’s enough to make us go wild for the rest of our lives.

so often we forget that we’re still pawns, that freedom is gratuitous but mean and cruel and shamelessly malignant

spreads like a cancer through our veins and in minutes, we collapse and suffer and forget all we’re worth

because freedom is not liberty. it is not beautiful or heavenly.

it keeps us right there. caged.

dontpreach:

ephemeraa:

Dissected - Dali, Van Gogh and Picasso

by DDB Brazil for the Museu de Arte de São Paulo (MASP) Art School

Artist in the inside

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i wish my mind wasn’t so weak

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