soracities

”The groans of lovers as they make love are more real than the greatest lyric poetry ever written. But they cannot be preserved. Art is not a means of pickling. […] What separates my hands when working from my direct experience of my subject is not a barrier in space like a curtain. It is more like a barrier in time. Between the idea I have and the work I produce, there is the same difference as between my action yesterday and its final consequence tomorrow. Intentions, good or bad, are no more important in art than in life. Any action is judged by its consequences.”

— John Berger, A Painter of Our Time: A Novel

sweatermuppet

this is going to be difficult -> i am capable of doing difficult things -> i have done everything prior to this moment -> this difficulty will soon be proof of capability

acura integurl
Frank Ocean
frankocean

she singing, “bitch i’m paid, that’s all i gotta say.” i’m like who knew, who knew, who knew, that after all the years i’d make a weezy fan out of you too, you too, you too. when i met you, you were thom yorke, chris martin & u2, u2, u2. when you met me i was three6, pimp c, bun b, 8ball & mjg. but we’re both a long way from home, we got the windows down, the radio’s on..always. i wrote a letter to the sky, saying maybe one day you’ll get to kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. my girl found it in the car & said “baby why you trying to diss me, diss me, diss me.” cuz you know you’re my baby, you know you’re my baby. i’m not just in it for the ride. in it for the ride…

mjalti

love it when a Scorpio guy has a crush on you & they end up just standing behind you for hours like Nosferatu til you give them a command for them to follow & they expeditiously do it