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“Dear Milena,
I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: “Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.” Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.”- kafka
-timidusart
dizayn: patty trevor
model: marry navaro
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model: marry navaro
geyim: patty trevor
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En·an·ti·o·dro·mi·a: the tendency of things to change into their opposites, especially as a supposed governing principle of natural cycles and of psychological development.
*(kiminsə səni kəşf etməsi üçün gözləyirsən, ama o kimsə sən özünsən.)
təsəvvür elə yayın ortası günorta üç qızmar istidə o qədər bekarsan ki əsəbdən pivnoyda təsbeh fırlysan.
in every skyscraper there is someone going mad,
all lunatics spend hours on cornices,
a naked man running through fire,
journeys to recover your future,
desires are already memories.
creativity more than just a creation is also about having a courage to share your ideas.
bravery: the ability to do something that frightens one;
your talk, the words you choose, the color you use, the melody you play
@timidusart
-For since missing a woman is no more than reviving a love that remains subject to the same laws as all love, the force of my regret was increased by the same causes.
"symbolic denial of mortality is a figment of the imagination for flesh-and-blood organisms, that if man seeks to avoid evil and assure his eternal prosperity, he is living a fantasy for which there is no scientific evidenceso far"
ernest becker - escape from evil
"uzunca bir süre kendine sığınaklar kurup yıktın: düzen ya da eylemsizlik, başıboş sürüklenme ya da uyku, geceleyin devriye gezmeler, yansız anlar, gölgelerin ve ışıkların kaçışı. Daha uzun bir süre kendine yalan söylemeyi, kendini sersemleştirmeyi, kendi oyununa gelmeyi sürdürebilirsin belki. Ama oyun bitti, büyük şenlik, ertelenmiş yaşamın yalancı sarhoşluğu bitti. Dünya yerinden kıpırdamadı ve sen değişmedin. Kayıtsızlık seni farklı kılmadı."
Georges Perec, Un homme qui dort
#indifference, #solitude
bahar hər nə qədər gözəl isti və yaşıl olsa da, qış insanı dönüb öz içinə baxmağa vadar edir. ətrafda hər şey boz, ağ və qaradır. diqqətini dağıdacaq heçnə yoxdur. insanı sakitləşdirən səssiz qəribə bir abu-hava bürüyür hər yanı. sənsizlik səssizliklə əvəz olunur..
#timidusart
beauty and the beast
(bax: timidus art)
(bax: davey dreyer)
and then the nightmares will begin.
first day we met, her dorm mates baned me from the dorm cus i looked scary to them with leather jacket/gloves and made a fight club joke that they were too young to get it. but she went back to them and said hey guys. fuck you all, thats my daddy
cus beauty should be preserved
Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you'll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You'll stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by piece, all of your carefully conceived denials, whether deliberate or unconscious. And then for better or worse you'll turn, unable to resist, though try to resist you still will, fighting with everything you've got not to face the thing you most dread, what is now, what will be, what has always come before, the creature you truly are, the creature we all are, buried in the nameless black of a name.
And then the nightmares will begin.
-House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski
#timidusart
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As the hours, the days, the weeks, the seasons slip by, you detach yourself from everything. You discover, with something that sometimes almost resembles exhilaration, that you are free. That nothing is weighing you down, nothing pleases or displeases you. You find, in this life exempt from wear and tear and with no thrill in it other than these suspended moments, in almost perfect happiness, fascinating, occasionally swollen by new emotions. You are living in a blessed parenthesis, in a vacuum full of promise, and from which you expect nothing. You are invisible, limpid, transparent. You no longer exist. Across the passing hours, the succession of days, the procession of the seasons, the flow of time, you survive without joy and without sadness. Without a future and without a past. Just like that: simply, self evidently, like a drop of water forming on a drinking tap on a landing.
- The Man Asleep - Georges Perec
axşam gələndə yenə ordaydı küsüb oturmuşdu aw
18.10.2022
(bax: timidus art)
(google: Jhan karimov)
https://thecreativezonedotorg.wordpress.com
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(baxma: kristina khan)
(baxma: olivia larsen)
tumblr:
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