it had something to do with love.
"honeymoon phase" i am literally healthily insane and obsessed for the entire duration of the relationship. skill issue
“It was around then that I realized for the first time that falling in love is like being haunted. Even before I opened my eyes in the morning, you would slip in under my eyelids. When I opened them, you instantly transferred to the ceiling, the wardrobe, the windowpane, the street, the far-off sky, and glimmered there like dappled light. You haunted me more persistently than I imagine any ghost ever could.”
– Greek Lessons, Han Kang, trans. Deborah Smith and Emily Yae Won
Self Portrait, 1979
by Francesca Woodman
Swimming girl, series "In Light and Sun", 1940 - by Kurt Reichert (1916 - 2006), Austrian/American
Pretend, for example, that you were born in Chicago and have never had the remotest desire to visit Hong Kong, which is only a name on a map for you; pretend that some convulsion, sometimes called accident, throws you into connection with a man or a woman who lives in Hong Kong; and that you fall in love. Hong Kong will immediately cease to be a name and become the center of your life. And you may never know how many people live in Hong Kong. But you will know that one man or one woman lives there without whom you cannot live. And this is how our lives are changed, and this is how we are redeemed.
What a journey this life is! Dependent, entirely, on things unseen. If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earth quake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.
—James Baldwin, The Price of the Ticket
“Girl dinner” should be eating a man alive like saturn devouring his son
i know i can’t cure all my problems with some violent and depraved sex but i feel like it has the potential to solve at least 24 of them
Herodias, 1886 - oil on canvas.
— Ivan Kramskoy (Russian, 1837-1887)
So horny I need to be molded like clay into a perfectly ornate vase but intentionally given an air pocket so I explode in the kiln
“She brings in meat. All day and night, blood and gristle. Goes into the forest and kills what will let her kill it.”
— Catherynne M. Valente, excerpt of Six-Gun Snow White
Richie Hofmann, from "Breed Me"
