the other night, these words slipped into my head: "holding on to the flat radiance of life, rolling marble." I imagined myself sprawled across a flat plain, like a piece of paper, clutching the four corners of existence
marilyn monroe is a comedian im dying on this hill.. old hollywood films almost always have a female lead with a hesitant defiance or a prideful, mocking innocence.. that’s funny to me..!
think people underestimate preternatural vulnerability in ways that cost. yasmine and I had the exact same gaze as children. this makes a lot of sense now
it’s such a tragedy for me to have developed my ideals long before I developed my capacity for sincerity and devotion. this is how cynics are born truly
the chicks love that I’m arrogant enough to think I don’t need to carry a purse as I cut through life…… I just refuse to be BURDENED and love evading SPIRITUAL RESPONSIBILITY!
lana's choice is deeply jungian. an alligator wrangler being the masculine, reasonable hero who triumphs over the feminine chaos historically represented by a reptile (the sometimes female-coded serpent in eden, tiamet of babylonian creation myths, st. george and the dragon, etc)
looking at this collage of photos I took, coincidentally, exactly a year ago and realizing it was really a premonition of my surrender now, an inevitable consummation of many things. surprise and intrigue, tenderness and knowing, a muscle in me locked into gear, then admission
idk dawg I respect the attractive forces. if a marriage is ruined because a man want to lick her vaginal. I respect it. sometimes things have to happen