Next year I will not be the self of this year now. And that is why I laugh at the transient, the ephemeral; laugh, while clutching, holding, tenderly, like a fool his toy, cracked glass, water through fingers. For all the writing, for all the invention of engines to express & convey & capture life, it is the living of it that is the gimmick. It goes by, and whatever dream you use to dope up the pains and hurts, it goes. Delude yourself about printed islands of permanence. You’ve only got so long to live. You’re getting your dream. Things are working, blind forces, no personal spiritual beneficent ones except your own intelligence and the good will of a few other fools and fellow humans. So hit it while it’s hot.

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via ki-r)

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Downtown Las Vegas, 1949. Fremont St at 2nd – Golden Nugget, Eldorado Club, Boulder Club. Photo: John Manis (UNLV)

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put peanut butter on a pinecone and roll it in bird seed. hang it up outside. wait.

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GIRLS AGAINST CAT CALLING 2014

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Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

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All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.

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Nudes in the Louvre!

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Mimesis (Ancient Greek: μίμησις (mīmēsis), from μιμεῖσθαι (mīmeisthai), “to imitate,” from μῖμος (mimos), “imitator, actor”) is a critical and philosophical term that carries a wide range of meanings, which include imitation, representation, mimicry, imitatio, receptivity, nonsensuous similarity, the act of resembling, the act of expression, and the presentation of the self  - wiki

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Photograph by Alfred Eisenstaedt, Miami Beach, 1940