“The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again.”—Anaïs Nin
A star falls from the sky and into your hands. Then it seeps through your veins and swims inside your blood and becomes every part of you. And then you have to put it back into the sky. And it’s the most painful thing you’ll ever have to do and that you’ve ever done. But what’s yours is yours. Whether it’s up in the sky or here in your hands. And one day, it’ll fall from the sky and hit you in the head real hard and that time, you won’t have to put it back in the sky again.
“If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever—something I couldn’t afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they’re seventeen.”—Haruki Murakami
i kind of doubt any of you have been here this long… but i’ve always wanted to create my own independent magazine (like, a real one, not a little 4x5 booklet) and now that i’m feeling like myself again i’ll be able to really start it. i know it will be hard work & there’s plenty of other things i want to do, so i’m not going to set a deadline. deadlines kill libras. i’m just happy i’m finally ready.
it’s funny (by funny i mean pathetic and naive) that there’s so much stigma around psychological disorders, yet the majority of the people i’ve shared a kindred soul with are those that are tortured, distorted, or broken.
english version: there are beautiful people that just so happen to be sick.
“I find beauty in the unfinished and the random…I want to see things differently to search for beauty. I want to find something nobody has ever found…it is meaningless to create something predictable.”—Rei Kawakubo