dappledwithshadow:

Black Venus on Blue Background, Pierre Boncampain, s.d.

dappledwithshadow:

Black Venus on Blue Background, Pierre Boncampain, s.d.

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It’s a strange business, speaking for yourself, in your own name, because it doesn’t at all come with seeing yourself as an ego or a person or a subject. Individuals find a real name for themselves, rather, only through the harshest exercise in depersonalization, by opening themselves up to the multiplicities everywhere within them, to the intensities running through them.
Gilles Deleuze, Negotiations 1972-1990 p. 6 (via busylittledyings)

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She is a problem because she is a seducer, and I — I mean we — love to be seduced, though we also resent it, and she is a problem because she is a suicide, and suicides are seductive because we all want to die sometimes, and dead young women artists and dead women artists of any age are a problem because it has always been easier for this culture to love their artworks when they, the women, are not alive to interfere with our relations with them…
excerpt from An Hourglass Figure: On Photographer Francesca Woodman by Ariana Reines (via adult-mag)

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The “romantic-sexual/platonic” love dichotomy leaves no room for the real emotional nuances people experience in their attachments, and I think that it often causes us to live with simplified relationships not because we want to or because we have simple desires and feelings but because we have no experience, cultural context, or language to accommodate a complex social life or set of relationships. This is why language is so important. This is why words and labels matter. How can you have the kind of relationships you want with anyone, if you don’t even have the words to accurately express how you feel? Hell, half the time, people don’t even understand their own feelings and relationship desires because what they feel is not simple at all, but the only relationship framework they know makes everything seem simple and clear cut: romance and sex go together, friendship is separate from both of those things, couplehood/primary partnership is exclusive to romance and sex, etc.

But if we are to accept the possibilities and realities of asexual romance, primary nonsexual/nonromantic love, nonromantic sex and sexual friendship, romantic (nonsexual) friendship, queerplatonic nonsexual relationships and sexual relationships, etc…. we have to drop this way of thinking and speaking about relationships and love in a romantic-sexual/platonic dichotomous way. None of those “complex” relationships fit into that model

“Platonic love” is a problematic term. | The Thinking Asexual (via ace-muslim)

this, all day.

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Ugly is attractive, ugly is exciting. Maybe because it is newer. The investigation of ugliness is to me, more interesting, than the bourgeois idea of beauty. And why? Because ugly is human. It touches the bad and the dirty side of people.
Miuccia Prada, T Magazine “Culture” 2013 (via dinnerwithannawintour)

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They’re the salt of the earth, those girls. They don’t sit each night and compare notes on groups, criticising lyrics, asking if it’s valid. They just play the record… yeah, and maybe they dance. I love them. I love them dearly.
David Bowie (on fangirls)

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balanbaalis:

i observe men in silence, how they leave plates on dining room tables, how they slam doors, how they take up whole couch with legs sprawled and lounging arms, how they do not filter speech, too confident, too loud. voices always violent, everything a war.  

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theparisreview:

In bars of cement lightOrange suns chain across the sky
After the consuming rainBlistered our mouthsLeaves fell and layed on one another.
—Stephen A. Canada, “Rain.”Art Credit Cy Twombly.

theparisreview:

In bars of cement light
Orange suns chain across the sky

After the consuming rain
Blistered our mouths
Leaves fell and layed on one another.

Stephen A. Canada, “Rain.”
Art Credit Cy Twombly.

Don’t clap too loudly—it’s a very old world.
Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead, Tom Stoppard  (via elliejune)

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o-bloquy:

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darksilenceinsuburbia:

Louise Zhang. I Can Be Whatever You Want Me To Be, Baby, 2013. Expanding polyurethane , gap filler, acrylic, enamel, silicone, 50 x 35 x 35 cm.

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ghdos:

Welp.

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I must confess that over the last few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in the stride toward freedom is not the White Citizens Councillor or the Ku Klux Klanner but the white moderate who is more devoted to order than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says, ‘I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I can’t agree with your methods of direct action’; who paternalistically feels that he can set the timetable for another man’s freedom; who lives by the myth of time; and who constantly advises the Negro to wait until a ‘more convenient season.’ Shallow understanding from people of
good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.
Martin Luther King, Jr. “Letter from Birmingham Jail” (August 1963)

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Some problems we share as women, some we do not. You [white women] fear your children will grow up to join the patriarchy and testify against you; we fear our children will be dragged from a car and shot down in the street, and you will turn your backs on the reasons they are dying.
Audre Lorde, “Age, Race, Class, and Sex: Women Redefining Difference”  (via reesh)

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