"You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much."
Rene Magritte, The Lovers, 1928
Magritte’s mother was a suicidal woman, which led her husband, Magritte’s father, to lock her up in her room. One day, she escaped, and was found down a nearby river dead, having drowned herself. According to legend, 13 year old Magritte was there when they retrieved the body from the river. As she was pulled from the water, her dress covered her face. This later became a theme in many of Magritte’s paintings in the 1920’s, portraying people with cloth covering their faces.
(Source: soulstudy, via todieisagreatadventure)
자꾸만 네가 떠올라, Sinking of you, Daehyun Kim, 2010
The Korean title translates into “i keep thinking of you,” but it literally means “you keep floating up”
and then the English title is “Sinking of you”
so when you think of another person, that mentally woven image will float up to the surface beyond your reach
while you are weighted down by your own obsession
CROSS LINGUISTIC METAPHORS, MAN, I AM HERE FOR THAT
(Source: undare, via supremeslice-heartbreak)
"Live to the point of tears."
"With Dionysos, the music changes. At the heart itself of life on this earth, alterity is a sudden intrusion of that which alienates us from daily existence, from the normal course of things, from ourselves: disguise, masquerade, drunkenness, play, theatre, and finally trance and ecstatic delirium. Dionysos teaches or compels us to to become other than what we ordinarily are, to experience in this life here below the sensation of escape toward a disconcerting strangeness."
Jean-Pierre Vernant, “Mortals and Immortals: Collected Essays
” (via argonauticae
passion is intelligent and beautiful and way underrated. fuck sadness and aloofness and apathy being associated with intelligence, and fuck world weary assholes who don’t get that and decide to romanticize the feeling of being disconnected and empty
"I understand as I did back then that none of us really wants to be known, to be exposed, to be found out. We want to keep part of ourselves—the sources of our deepest vulnerabilities—hidden, both to ourselves and to others. And yet sometimes, despite our best efforts, our hearts peek out, and we want to sneak off and sit with our heads in our hands and softly let the words ‘oh boy’ exhale out of our mouths."