lovelettersfromdopepeople: derica: Love is the time and space in which “I” assumes the right to be extraordinary. Sovereign yet not individual. Divisible, lost, annihilated; but also, and through imaginary fusion with the loved one, equal to the infinite space of superhuman psychism. Paranoid? I am, in love, at the zenith of subjectivity. (p.5) – Julia Kristeva, Tales of Love (via karaj: une-mort-existentielle)
artismyhustle: “I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim” —Frida Kahlo
Some Dark Room Collective, 1992, photo by Marcus Alonso (my professor from undergrad at Sarah Lawrence is to the left corner, Thomas Sayers Ellis. His latest book of poems Skin Inc. is available now! go get it!)