And This Stripper That Lived Next Door To Us She Had Like A German Shepard And She Came Out And Was Like

the office/one direction

The loneliness is suffocating. At all hours, a ringing in my ears - that undertone. In the store, in the shower, in front of the people I love. Lonely like a fist in the mouth, like netting in my diaphragm, like a rotted tooth. Everything I put in my body just feels like cotton, all smooth and numb and unsatisfying. Who am I even looking for. What do I seek. What went to bed and never woke up inside me.

“Be serene. Take care of your body. Love human beings, be merciful toward them, tolerate them. Do not forget our words, walks, the pine trees, mountains, and stars that, despairing and blissful, we saw together.”

— Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Eleni Samiou written c. July 1924

armor, 1617

“I am troubled and harsh and hopeless. Though I have love inside me. But I don’t know how to use love. Sometimes it scratches like barbs.”

— Clarice Lispector, tr. by Elizabeth Lowe, Água Viva (The Stream of Life)

Okay but I just realized

In the Iliad, Achilles loved Patroclus to the point where Zeus had to intervene and restrain his rage because he knew that Achilles’ anger could defy fate and destroy Troy before it was meant to fall. 

Achilles’ rage at Patroclus’ death could elude fate itself. That’s how much he loved him.

[about making music that empowers fans] I think anytime you can make someone – who potentially might not feel as great about themselves as they should – feel better about themselves… I think that’s always a positive thing.

patricia lockwood

The Beatles at Cliveden House in Buckinghamshire during the filming of Help!, 1965.

© Robert Whitaker