“if no art makes you feel anything, make your own art and feel something” is too raw of a line to have come from a jenna marbles video of her painting a rainbow/polka dot seahorse saying “it’s seahorse time” on a denim jacket
Susan Sontag - “Death Kit”
Midsummer’s Eve: A Reverence to Roses - John Henry Lorimer
How do you fall back in love with life?
clean your room. clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesn’t have miasma clinging to it can work wonders. clean the dishes. sweep. take out the trash. peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them. take a long shower. scrub behind your knees. brush your teeth. (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can. the end result is worth it.)
pull out your notebook. it doesn’t need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you don’t usually write in, or that you haven’t touched in a while. fuck moleskins. the yellow legal pad will work fine. sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list. count clouds. describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise. sketch the cracks in the walls. note the shape light makes when it enters a space. talk about what the air tastes like, smells like. what sounds are there? even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything. remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail. remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness. your world is fathomless. it has potential.
drink cold water and try to eat something that isn’t processed. it does not need to be fancy. buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions. eat it outside. if you’re someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs. take your fucking meds. remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body. your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesn’t change its inherent worth and splendor. take care of it.
read a novel. underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen. read a novel like it’s poetry. read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious. watch a movie you haven’t seen before. if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one. take your time. let yourself bask. if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down – marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.
your chosen family is important. remember, they picked you as much as you picked them. the love has no obligation. it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion. you are not a burden. if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people. when they need you, listen and be gracious. always be gracious. the universe sometimes remembers things like that.
listen to new music. link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that. listen to something that you don’t usually listen to. we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music. we are falling in love again. the soundtrack needs to be specific to that.
allow yourself to indulge in romantics. press flowers in old books. play movies with subtitles and mouth the words. dance in your room. wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldn’t wear it in public. write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them. write poetry, even awful poetry. revel in its awfulness. eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market.
why is it that whenever I am disillusioned with the world I go back to the epic of Gilgamesh
“It is the story of their becoming human together.”
This is it. This is the oldest written literary work that we know of, and it’s a story of becoming human together.
This is a story about love, and it’s a story about death, and we told this story thousands of years ago, THOUSANDS of years. We have always, always, always been wrestling with this profoundly beautiful existence and with knowing one another, while knowing that we all will die and be forgotten.
We become human by loving, but we also become human by knowing death.
And I’m just sitting here touching other human beings, another human experience, from across millennia, feeling a bit more human too through it, and I am trying very hard not to cry.
Hi loves its your girl Chichi! You ladies really showed a lot of love on my pevious post on “High value woman mentality” I thought it would be best to make a part 2. Consider this post to be a second addition out of a 5-part series. If you haven’t read part 1 yet. I'd follow the link here to view it! CLICK HERE!
Try to refrain from telling them too much about yourself. By doing this, you will intrigue (him/her) and keep them interested. They will be excited at the thought of meeting you, and will always look forward to seeing you again. Which is what we want to build up a strong attraction for.
** However….this does NOT mean you should be playing mind games! That will get you no where. You should simply release information about yourself gradually during the dating process, so that you do not become boring and too predictable.**
A high value woman DOES NOT chase after anyone! A High value women believes it’s not worth chasing or pursuing after anyone who is not taking the time to invest & make an effort to see her. **This rule can be Implemented in all parts of your life.**
If they goes as far as walking away, ghosting, and/or send mixed signals, they are definitely not worth pursuing in the first place. He has made up his mind about you. There is no point in trying to talk it through, in hopes of changing his mind. Move onto the next !
In dating.. most men are not complicated. If he wanted to be with you, your heart will tell you & his actions will prove it. God/The Universe didn’t blessed us women with intuition for no reason! If you’re currently questioning yourself right now: “Why is that guy is emotionally unavailable.” “Why he doesn’t talk to me…” Darling , you already know the answer… Your EGO just doesn’t want to accept it. He’s just not that into you!!
It took me a 2 years to understand this… which s why I’m sharing this knowledge with you today.
When you wait for the guy you like, to eventually like you back. You close many doors on good men who really do like you, and have the potential to make you happy. I’ve seen this scenario play out so many times! A Women will reject/ friend zone a good man, for the typical ‘bad boy’. Then sit on social media & complain about why all men are F-boys and toxic, when things don’t work out.
There are many good men out there! You just pick & vet the wrong ones! Maybe he’s shorter than you imagined. Or he’s not that physically attractive. I’m not saying you should lower your standards by any means. You should vet men by how much they invest in you. (ex: their actions & consistency) Not just by their appearance alone. Remember you are the prize!!
In Gentleman Prefer Blondes it was clear Gus Eisman obviously loved Loreli Lee WAYY more than she liked him, II obvious from the beginning. Lorieli was clearly with him for Gus’s assets 💸 However, in the film Gus treated Loreli like the desired prize she was, until the end of the film! When a man is truly in love with you he’ll do almost anything too make you happy.
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Chichi xo.
I am desperately romantic when life has given me no reason to be and that, I think, is the definition of hope.
c.r.w. (via my-writemind)
“That’s why high school, or a crappy job, or any other restrictive circumstance can be dangerous: They make dreams too painful to bear. To avoid longing, we hunker down, wait, and resolve to just survive. Great art becomes a reminder of the art you want to be making, and of the gigantic world outside of your small, seemingly inescapable one. We hide from great things because they inspire us, and in this state, inspiration hurts.”
— One of the best articles I’ve ever read. Rookie Mag. By Spencer Tweedy. (via wildyork)
Jane Austen was really out there 200 years ago writing lines like “If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more” that to this day are still so swoon-worthy.