"I knew I matured when I realized every situation doesn’t need a reaction. Sometimes you just have to leave people to continue to do the lame shit that they do."
"I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once."
The picture above is of a mushroom thats thought to be a specimen of Clathrus archeri right before its fingers open up. It closely resembles a hand coming out of the ground. It even has the remnants of its tattered sleeves attached to the wrist.
"The people I have loved in my life have never been easy to love. I’m not used to normal. I’m used to disaster."
i googled “why do cats run around and meow at night” and one of the results listed this as a cause:
(Source: qjx, via quaartz)
The insect quire (Summer version) by Masuyama Sessai (1754 - 1819).
Edo period (19th century).
Tokyo National Museum.
"I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
On losing love.
Sometimes in a drunken or drugged stupor I find I’ll write when I can’t bring myself to draw. Then I’ll go long periods of not touching my sketchbook, because I know there’s just spent feelings inside. The catharsis of lodged feelings just dying to be rid of my body. I finally re-read some things I wrote a few months ago, as follows;
When such a large part of you lives in such a irreparable devastation day after day, week after week you start to lose the hope and positivity you were able to carry for so long. You make pathetic epitaphs honoring what was. Their used towel becomes their warm embrace. The pillows and sheets you shared become sacred grounds of the last bit of intimacy you had. Their left over water cup becomes the last kiss you want so badly.
When you do dream, it’s of kissing them, and you find in your night’s sweet relief you’ve split your lip. The air is too dry, and you’ve been crying too much for too long.
Little helps. Exercising, shopping, carving your home into the haven you always wanted means little when there’s no one to share it with. I’ve too much time alone, or in shitty relationships to let the one good, soul-changing one go. It absolutely defeats me. Because they “can’t”.
Such bullshit. We all can.
“I can’t remember anything without you”
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) dir. Michel Gondry