Secrets

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At 21, I carried with me into the West End Bar a long list of things I would never do: I would never wear pearls or make casseroles. I would never go near a man who had a portfolio or a set of golf clubs or a business or even a business suit. I would love only a wild thing. I didn’t care if wild things tended to break hearts. I didn’t care if they substituted scotch for breakfast cereal. I understood that art was long and life was short. Artists were drinkers. I believed in the drunkenness of artists the way I believed in elephants’ fondness for peanuts, or the lust of cats for mice. I believed that I was going to be a muse to a man of great talent and visit the bordellos of Morocco and sleep under the stars with the peasants of Franco’s Spain.

Anne Roiphe in Art and Madness

Jan 14

I think I fell in love with you.

You live your life with your arms wide open and nowhere to go, but you took me everywhere.

Jan 05

From Pierrot le Fou

bbook:

Marianne: What are you doing?

Ferdinard: [looking at the mirror] Looking at myself.
Marianne: And what do you see?
Ferdinard: The face of a man who’s driving towards a cliff at 100 km/h.
Marianne: [turns the mirror towards herself] I see a woman who is in love with the man who’s driving towards a cliff at 100 km/h.
Ferdinard: So let’s kiss.

(Reblogged from bbook)

Dec 27

Ashes

The only romances I’ve ever known were burning and consuming, filled with letters, poetry, and passion. And they ended in massive explosions from all that heat. And all I have left are the pieces, maybe the most precious pieces, in the form of their words.

Written on paper, in my hand. I can run my finger over each letter, feeling the ink, each stroke of the pen. I let it bring me back to a time when things weren’t confusing, and it was okay to love.

And when there’s nothing left, the words still move me.

Dec 13

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Sometimes those who aren’t under the pressure to survive end up falling asleep. Here there is an immediacy about the need to express oneself that is so invigorating.

Nell Pierce from Guatemala City

Dec 12

Colonia del Sacramento

The world seems different when you don’t sleep. Some say it becomes less clear. Your mind becomes foggy and you can’t think straight. But for me, that’s what’s so great. You can’t rely on your mind anymore, so all you have left are your senses. Your feelings become stronger, more acute. And as a person who’s driven by her feelings, my world becomes clearer. The pain of heartbreak, for the hundredth time. The joy of the sunrise. The longing of missing someone, something, some place. The frustration of addiction. The peace of being alone. The excitement of adventure. The fear of the unexpected, and the hope that it’s good.