i know like 50 words in french i’m coming to steal your girl
Attributed to Giuliano Pesello, The Celestial Hemisphere in the Sagrestia Vecchia ca.1442
A savage desire for strong emotions and sensations burns inside me: a rage against this soft-tinted, shallow, standardized and sterilized life, and a mad craving to smash something up, a department store, say, or a cathedral, or myself.
- Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf (via larmoyante)
30 Day Challenge // Day 24 // Something That Represents Your Favorite Culture
I’m Buddhist and I’ve always loved the imagery even before I was. The wrathful deities from Tibetan and Mahayana art always fascinated me as a kid. They were like transformations the gods took on in battle. Like a monster magical girl I guess. His is name is Mahakala. Power Prism Make Up.
Details of Michelangelo’s masterpiece “David” 1501–1504
|Europeans:||I drove forty minutes to the Netherlands for some groceries and then I popped into Germany to see some of my relatives before driving back home.|
|Americans:||I was in Florida, I drove for nine hours, now I'm still in Florida.|
Today I woke up to find that, for once, I don’t feel like a reanimated corpse. Today, I feel free of lethargy, much more pensive, and, for the first time in weeks, present. Experiencing this sudden shift in mood is nothing short of bizarre, especially since there was no trigger to speak of. So why the hell am I feeling so human today, anyway? Is it the sunshine parting the overcast and pouring through the blinds? The fact that I’ve managed to shake off this mystery illness just enough so that I could enjoy my first real meal in days? The chemicals in my brain managing to find an equilibrium for the moment without any sort of pharmaceutical assistance? I’m not sure, but I really hope that whatever resurrection spell that some voodoo priest has been kind enough to cast upon me doesn’t wear off for at least a few more hours. It’s…sort of nice being live again, even if just temporarily.