Currently All That Runs Through My Head Ever

january is one of those months where you experience every feeling on the human spectrum and you just have to go about your day like that isn't happening

#Bob-Waksberg #bojack #shortstories

“A statue isn’t built from the ground up—it’s chiseled out of a block of marble—and I often wonder if we aren’t likewise shaped by the qualities we lack, outlined by the empty space where the marble used to be. I’ll be sitting on a train. I’ll be lying awake in bed. I’ll be watching a movie; I’ll be laughing. And then, all of a sudden, I’ll be struck by the paralyzing truth: it’s not what we do that makes us who we are. It’s what we don’t do that defines us.”

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Raphael Bob-Waksberg, “We Men of Science” from Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory

Punica granatum Inks on paper 29.7x42 cm

Pomegranates have a rich symbolism across many cultures and myths. It is associated with the Greek goddess of love, Aphrodite who planted the first pomegranate tree. In ancient Rome and Persian cultures, it was considered a symbol of prosperity and fertility. In the myth of Persephone - goddess of rebirth, Hades uses pomegranates to tempt the goddess to stay in the underworld. Here the symbolism relates to death and the transition between seasons.

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And you’re in love?

“Ma, we’ve never even kissed.”

And that has anything to do with it?

“Okay, fine. Yes, I think so”

“But don’t tell anyone. Don’t even repeat it to yourself.”

Why?

“Because it’s humiliating.”

Sweetheart, love isn’t humiliating. Hasn’t anyone ever told you that?

“Who would have told me that?”

Do you know the word humiliate comes from the Latin root humus, which means ‘earth’? That’s how love is supposed to feel.

“Like hummus?”

Like earth. It grounds you.

All this nonsense about love making you feel high, that’s not real. It should hold you like the earth.

“Wow, Ma.”

What? I have a heart, don’t I?

- Coco Mellors, Cleopatra and Frankenstein

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is pulled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry , beauty , romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”

-dead poets society

Cause you like that shit? You know how disturbed you are, Marie? You may have gotten clean but you still haven’t figured this part out. Why you love being hurt, traumatized and fucking eviscerated? It’s not normal. It’s not healthy, and it permeates every aspect of our relationship. The way we talk, the way we fight, the way we fuck. I’ve dated some damaged people in my life, Marie. But none of them wanted to be debased and degraded like you. It’s nothing to be proud of. So stop fucking smiling because you look like a clown.

brendan fraser is absolutely right for not going to the golden globes. even (and especially) with his nomination

they made him into a joke, mocked him for being assaulted by their former president for years and called it "just a joke". so fuck them

girl who has only the most normal relationship with time and memory and regret and grief

Franz Kafka - The Metamorphosis