' i can do everything with my language but not with my body. what i hide by my language, my body utters. i can deliberately mould my message, not my voice. by my voice, whatever it says, the other will recognize “that something is wrong with me”. i am a liar (by preterition), not an actor. my body is a stubborn child, my language is a very civilized adult. '
“I find it so much easier to be creatively free at night. Daytime is for sleeping. Nighttime is the best time for making art. The later at night it gets the further into another world you go.”—Mark Ryden (via an-art-gallery)
“Because to influence a person is to give him one’s own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of some one else’s music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him. The aim of life is self-development. To realize one’s nature perfectly- that is what each of us is here for.”—Oscar Wilde (via corrumpo)
Friends are lighthouses in shitstorms made in your own mind. They help you orientate and keep you away from jagged cliffs. They illuminate points of reference that outline who you are. They remind you to acknowledge that you are here, presently, that you are a fool to shrink in the cruelty of silence.
(Part of the angry letters to myself series - On Gardens)
Weekends are blissful
Weekdays again are needed to be bumped from resting state, living like a fucking retiree what the flying fuck
Commiserate, although I don’t know what that means
Breathe in new stimuli
Let flowers bloom in your brain
Water relations and reinforce paths
Inch inch inch so you can learn how to leap
Or. Leap without inching. Without being or feeling ‘ready’. Ready is overrated. Ready is unnecessary. Don’t prepare anything for the journey back and get a beautiful serve and follow through