22 5 / 2012
AS SIMPLE AS BRILLIANT: WIRE SCULPTURES by POLLY VERITY
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Simple things of everyday life is the raw material: Wire and Tissues. Magically.
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08 5 / 2012
I must get my wits about me and get my shit together. I’ve stopped going to the gym. I smoke and drink myself into a stupor only to repeat the same mindless pattern again.
I need Arianny Celeste’s ass if only to prove to myself I can. I can bloody do this.
08 5 / 2012
"I sometimes fall into the trap of doing what I think I should be doing rather than what I want to be doing."
(Source: arrests, via girlinlondon)
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28 4 / 2012
“I always feel like a freak because I’m never able to move on like this, you know? People just have an affair or even entire relationships. They break up and they forget. They move on like they would have changed brand of cereals.
“I feel I was never able to forget anyone I’ve been with, because each person has their own specific qualities. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost. Each relationship, when it ends, really damages me. I never fully recover. That’s why I’m very careful with getting involved - because it hurts too much. Even getting laid. I actually don’t do that, because I will miss of the person the most mundane things. I’m obsessed with little things.
“Maybe I’m crazy, but when I was a little girl, my mom told me that I was always late to school. One day she followed me to see why. I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees, rolling on the sidewalk. Or ants crossing the road; the way a leaf cast a shadow on a tree trunk. Little things.
“I think it’s the same with people. I see in them little details, so specific to each of them, that move me and that I miss and will always miss. You can never replace anyone, because everyone is made of such beautiful, specific details.”
Before Sunset (Richard Linklater, 2004)
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28 4 / 2012
"I know what you mean about wishing somebody wasn’t there, though. It’s just, usually it’s myself that I wish I could get away from. Seriously, think about this. I have never been anywhere that I haven’t been. I’ve never had a kiss when I wasn’t one of the kissers. You know, I’ve never gone to the movies, when I wasn’t there in the audience. I’ve never been out bowling, if I wasn’t there, you know making some stupid joke. I think that’s why so many people hate themselves. Seriously, it’s just they are sick to death of being around themselves. Let’s say that you and I were together all the time, then you’d start to hate a lot of my mannerisms. The way every time we would have people over, I’d be insecure, and I’d get a little too drunk. Or the way I’d tell the same stupid pseudo-intellectual story again, and again. You see, I’ve heard all those stories. So of course I’m sick of myself. But being with you, it’s made me feel like I’m somebody else."
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28 4 / 2012
I had to let it go before I got in too deep. I couldn’t deal with the drama. Plus I think I have a thing for the emotionally unavailable. Which speaks volumes about the kind of problems I have.
