i promise you that change is coming soon and the heavy mass in your head will dissolve and surfaces will declutter and walls will be a clean icy white.
i feel something clawing on me from inside. i pick up and put down the phone several times but a phone call and a dinner date is not going to help with anything. i rarely feel the need for company, and when i do i’m ashamed of being weak.
some things i want for the new year:
be a bigger person, especially toward my family
read and watch movies and learn
exercise more regularly
write more on tumblr
figure out how to get someone to help me buy retina macbook
ok these sound so vague and stupid except the last one. maybe i’ll just try to make someone help me accomplish the last one.
Alice had tea with the Mad Hatter and she knew they weren’t just gonna be cheery and make small talk. Instead they spoke for hours about how their friends had changed in the ten years since Wonderland, and what it is that’s holding them back from being 100% happy. It was an amazing conversation that ended with this poignant silence that only old friends could have. It was beautiful, really.
Then Alice thought, Is this silence getting so long it’s awkward? Well now that I’ve thought about it it’s definitely awkward. Crap. What movies are out that I can ask if he’s seen?
Félix Vallotton, Chemin de la lande (1917)
108 costumed pandas performing a tai-chi inspired dance in London for the launch of Chengdu Panda Awareness Week
I wasn’t in love with her. And she didn’t love me. For me the question of love was irrelevant. What I sought was the sense of being tossed about by some raging, savage force, in the midst of which lay something absolutely crucial. I had no idea what that was. But I wanted to thrust my hand right inside her body and touch it, whatever it was.
just the beginning of the possibility of quitting my job made me so excited i even had an actual animated conversation with both my parents and still feel a bit fluttery. but today the company made me a stack of 100 name cards, with the pompous title of “director” on it. for a second there i felt sorry for betraying it, but that thought was soon gone of course.
Bruce Davidson, Sicily, 1961
after seeing so many trite southeast asian travel photos, i haven’t seen a good look-what-i’m-hauling-with-my-bike photo in a long time
Duane Michals, René Magritte, 1965
Yayoi Kusuma in her New York City studio, ca. 1961