February 2011
I won't get a tattoo (although I'm sorely tempted)
Because inherent in tattoos is the belief in the stasis of identity, and I know that there will come a day when the design I chose some years no longer represents me.
I mean, just imagine a badass dragon sagging on wrinkly grandma skin. Even Peter Rabbit wouldn’t look cute anymore :(
So it’s no to tattoos, although I just might get that naval piercing when I finally stop putting that off.
“This could be something beautiful
Combine our love into something wonderful
But times are tough I know
And the pull of what we can’t give up takes hold” —Terra Naomi, Say It’s Possible
Combine our love into something wonderful
But times are tough I know
And the pull of what we can’t give up takes hold” —Terra Naomi, Say It’s Possible
“It is said that mourning, by its gradual labor, slowly erases pain; I could not, I cannot believe this; because for me, Time eliminates the emotion of loss (I do not weep), that is all. For the rest, everything has remained motionless. For what I have lost is not a Figure, but a being; and not a being, but a quality (a soul): not the indispensable, but the irreplaceable.”
—Roland Barthes, Camera Lucida
“All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.”
—Susan Sontag (via kari-shma)
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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
I just got back from watching No Strings Attached and here are my thoughts:
It made me happy.
Soooo sooooooo happy. Can’t stop reblogging it. Also, I’m bored.
