Betty said she prayed today
For the sky to blow away
Or maybe stay
She wasn't sure.
Betty said she prayed today
For the sky to blow away
Or maybe stay
She wasn't sure.
And I sit here without identity: faceless.
My head aches.
The Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath
for the self [kata dynamin - potentially] is not present actually, it is merely what is to come into existence. in so far, then, as the self does not become itself, it is not itself; but to not be oneself is exactly despair.
The Sickness Unto Death, Søren Kierkegaard
The Sickness Unto Death, Søren Kierkegaard
i won't
won't tell nobody
won't tell nobody
I want to resemble a sort of liquid light which stretches beyond visibility or invisibility. Tonight I wish to have the valor and daring to belong to the moon.
A Writer’s Diary, Virginia Woolf
A Writer’s Diary, Virginia Woolf
I cannot really play. Either at piano or at life; never, never have I been able to. I have always been too hasty, too impatient; something always intervenes and breaks it up. But who really knows how to play, and if he does know, what good is it to him? Is the great dark less dark for that, are the unanswerable questions less inscrutable, does the pain of despair at eternal inadequacy burn less fiercely, and can life ever be explained and seized and ridden like a tamed horse or is it always a mighty sail that carries us in the storm and, when we try to seize it, sweep us into the deep? Sometimes there is a hole in me that seems to extend to the center of the earth. What could fill it? Yearning? Despair? Happiness? What happiness? Fatigue? Resignation? Death? What am I alive for? Yes, for what am I alive?
The Black Obelisk, Erich Maria Remarque
The Black Obelisk, Erich Maria Remarque
pornography is full of men who if you were to diagnose them would basically be diagnosed as psychopathic
When I asked male interview subjects what they would like to do in bed, "ejaculation on a woman’s face" was most often at the top of their lists. But when I asked them what the attraction of this act was and whether it meant anything, their initial response was puzzlement. They had never given it much thought. With time for reflection, however, most came up with answers very similar to those of the pornographers I interviewed: it is about controlling women, doing something disgusting to them. It’s like spitting or urinating on them.
Thus something unsettling about gender relationships mediated by pornography is revealed: on-screen male domination is sugar-coated -- portrayed as causing women ecstasy -- which in turn arouses further desire on the part of the male viewers: the desire to experience the pleasure derived from control and aggression. And deep down, these viewers understand it. "The second you have an orgasm and that passion sinks out of your body, and you’re still watching the movie, you start to really see what’s going on," one male college student said. "This is not sexy. This is not sex. This is not how I want to experience sex."
- Chyng Sun (via)
The first thing you notice in pornography - there's no such thing as a woman. There's lot of bitches, whores, cunts and cum dumpsters. No women. The reason for that is because the level of abuse and violence is so profound that you have to make sure that the guy who is jerking off to that woman does not look for one minute into her eyes and see a human being, because it may kill his erection stone-dead.
(...)
[quoting pornographer Jules Jordan]
What he's saying is that they cannot keep up with the violence that the fans want. Now they have a problem and I'll tell you what the problem is. The problem is that this is a multi-billion dollar a year industry. They have to keep within the law.
They can't kill her really because now there's nothing short, there's nothing left to do to her, they have done everything conceivable that you could do to the female body and men want more.
So they have to stay within the law but they don't know what to do. So what do they do? They change the law.
- Dr. Gail Dines (via)
*i'm starting to see a pattern on my tumblr's dashboard.*
Thus something unsettling about gender relationships mediated by pornography is revealed: on-screen male domination is sugar-coated -- portrayed as causing women ecstasy -- which in turn arouses further desire on the part of the male viewers: the desire to experience the pleasure derived from control and aggression. And deep down, these viewers understand it. "The second you have an orgasm and that passion sinks out of your body, and you’re still watching the movie, you start to really see what’s going on," one male college student said. "This is not sexy. This is not sex. This is not how I want to experience sex."
- Chyng Sun (via)
The first thing you notice in pornography - there's no such thing as a woman. There's lot of bitches, whores, cunts and cum dumpsters. No women. The reason for that is because the level of abuse and violence is so profound that you have to make sure that the guy who is jerking off to that woman does not look for one minute into her eyes and see a human being, because it may kill his erection stone-dead.
(...)
[quoting pornographer Jules Jordan]
One of the things about today's porn, the extreme market, the gonzo market, so many fans want to see much more extreme stuff that I'm always trying to figure out how to do something differently.
What he's saying is that they cannot keep up with the violence that the fans want. Now they have a problem and I'll tell you what the problem is. The problem is that this is a multi-billion dollar a year industry. They have to keep within the law.
They can't kill her really because now there's nothing short, there's nothing left to do to her, they have done everything conceivable that you could do to the female body and men want more.
So they have to stay within the law but they don't know what to do. So what do they do? They change the law.
- Dr. Gail Dines (via)
*i'm starting to see a pattern on my tumblr's dashboard.*
when you feel your heart aching with all its strength,
like you can sense something terrible happened somewhere, somehow,
but you have no idea what or to whom.
like you can sense something terrible happened somewhere, somehow,
but you have no idea what or to whom.
Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte
why do you make everything sound so good?
why do you make everything sound so good?
hoje no centro de saúde, após 3 tentativas falhadas de me medir a pressão arterial, 3 vezes a enfermeira exclamou
está morta. não oiço nada.
eu calei-me.
está morta. não oiço nada.
eu calei-me.
i think I've looped this short version of the song 40 times already. just today.
O sofrimento de alguma forma deixa de ser sofrimento no momento em que encontra um significado, tal como o significado do sacrifício.
(...)
A preocupação principal do homem não é obter prazer ou evitar a dor, mas sim ver um significado na sua vida. É por isso que o homem está mesmo pronto a sofrer, sob a condição garantida, de que o seu sofrimento tem significado.
Em Busca do Sentido, Viktor Frankl
(...)
A preocupação principal do homem não é obter prazer ou evitar a dor, mas sim ver um significado na sua vida. É por isso que o homem está mesmo pronto a sofrer, sob a condição garantida, de que o seu sofrimento tem significado.
Em Busca do Sentido, Viktor Frankl
Observe your own body. It breathes.
You breathe when you are asleep, when you are no longer conscious of your own ideas of self-identity.
Who, then, is breathing?
The collection of information that you mistakenly think is you is not the protagonist in this drama called the breath.
In fact, you are not breathing; breath is naturally happening to you.
You can purposely end your own life, but you cannot purposely keep your own life going.
The expression, ‘my life’ is actually an oxymoron, a result of ignorance and mistaken assumption.
You don't possess life; life expresses itself through you.
Your body is a flower that life let bloom,
a phenomenon created by life.
The Twelve Enlightenments, Ilchi Lee
You breathe when you are asleep, when you are no longer conscious of your own ideas of self-identity.
Who, then, is breathing?
The collection of information that you mistakenly think is you is not the protagonist in this drama called the breath.
In fact, you are not breathing; breath is naturally happening to you.
You can purposely end your own life, but you cannot purposely keep your own life going.
The expression, ‘my life’ is actually an oxymoron, a result of ignorance and mistaken assumption.
You don't possess life; life expresses itself through you.
Your body is a flower that life let bloom,
a phenomenon created by life.
The Twelve Enlightenments, Ilchi Lee
Art flies around truth, but with the definite intention of not getting burnt. Its capacity lies in finding in the dark void a place where the beam of light can be intensely caught, without this having been perceptible before.
Blue Octavo Notebooks, Franz Kafka
Blue Octavo Notebooks, Franz Kafka
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