Living in Ambiguity

moving toward the future, trying to transcend

New tumblr:

New Tumblr

I have commitment issues. I probably won’t use this one anymore, but who knows. If you’re interested in following my new tumblr, here it is:

http://negationrecreation.tumblr.com/

I also painted a study of a seascape, nothing but a bit of sand, sea, sky, grey and lonely — sometime[s] I feel a need for that silence — where there’s nothing but the grey sea — with an occasional seabird. But otherwise, no other voice than the murmur of the waves.

Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother Theo, 17 September 1882 (source)

(Source: proustitute)

Why is everyone on tumblr such a little baybay

it’s making me feel like an old loser the more I click on profiles and read “I’m 16/17/18”.

(I’m not actually that old)

Nevermind, found it!
Seated Woman with Bent Knee by Egon Schiele, 1917
1890-1918 Austrian Egon Schiele (12 June 1890 - 31 October 1918) was an Austrian painter, a protege of Gustav Klimt, and a major figurative painter of the early 20th century. Schiele’s body of work is noted for the intensity and the large number of self-portraits he produced. The twisted body shapes and the expressive line that characterize Schiele’s paintings and drawings make the artist an early exponent of Expressionism, although still strongly associated with the art nouveau movement (Jugendstil).

Nevermind, found it!

Seated Woman with Bent Knee by Egon Schiele, 1917

1890-1918 Austrian Egon Schiele (12 June 1890 - 31 October 1918) was an Austrian painter, a protege of Gustav Klimt, and a major figurative painter of the early 20th century. Schiele’s body of work is noted for the intensity and the large number of self-portraits he produced. The twisted body shapes and the expressive line that characterize Schiele’s paintings and drawings make the artist an early exponent of Expressionism, although still strongly associated with the art nouveau movement (Jugendstil).

WHAT IS THIS PAINTING? It’s one of my favorites and I’ve forgotten what it’s called and who it’s by. :(

WHAT IS THIS PAINTING? It’s one of my favorites and I’ve forgotten what it’s called and who it’s by. :(

Do you ever think about the people in your life and how much you love them, and feel incredulous at how close two people can be, how deeply intertwined their lives can become, how large an imprint they can leave upon you and you upon them, and marvel at how much you care about them and how much you know they care about you, and feel all at once incredibly grateful and selfish and undeserving to have people who care so much and do so much for you, and feel pain at the possibility that they will never know how much you love them, and sad at the thought that they may be unhappy or feel unloved, and at the thought that you can’t or don’t know how to help them, and horrible that you have so many people who make your life wonderful every day when some people have no one, and feel guilty and undeserving because you don’t think you can do for them what they’ve done for you, or manage to show them the gratitude or give them the love they deserve because it’s too much to express, and bad that you can’t buy them the world, and dwarfed by all the connections and love abounding in your world, and full with memories they have given you, and unsatisfied in your ability to comprehend and explain it, yet happy and thankful for it all, and so much more all at once that all you can do is cry?

My soundtrack for the past year.

Local Natives, Camera Talk

"We’re running through the aisles
Of the churches still in style
Does this city have a curfew?
Don’t you know it’s good to see you too

The riders on the chan de lise
We are the tourists in the cafes
We drank our wine along the river
Not believing where we were at all

It’s alright, the camera’s talking
Oh
And even though I can’t be sure
Memory tells me that these times are worth working for

The buffalo in Catalina
The colored stones and troop leaders
The voices of the canopy singers
Ensured that we wouldn’t sleep for long

I knew this would be the part
My plane’s arrival catches me off guard
We’ll all be leaving with a broken heart
Wallets empty and we’re back at start

It’s alright, the camera is talking
Oh
And even though i can’t be sure
Memory tells me that these times are worth working for

The cistern is not even full
The cistern is not e-the cistern is not even full”

2 years ago - 10

To will oneself moral and to will oneself free are one and the same decision.

Simone de Beauvoir, The Ethics of Ambiguity

nittygrittyfreaks:

I want to swim in the ocean

(Source: aloe-sarah)

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