acres of misgiving

"Sometimes, she would slowly close her eyes in the middle of a sentence and all
traces of life would leave her face."

and almost gone.

Read the Printed Word!

"No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough"

— Clementine Von Radics (via unabashinglyme)

18 hours ago • 479,139 notes

On Georgia O’Keeffe’s door paintings

Jesse: I don’t get it. Why would anyone paint a picture of a door over and over again like dozens of times?

Jane: But it wasn’t the same.

Jesse: Yeah, it was.

Jane: It was the same subject but different every time. The light was different, her mood was different. She saw something new every time she painted it.

Jesse: And that’s not psycho to you?

Jane: Well, then why should we do anything more than once?
Should i just smoke this one cigarette?
Maybe we should only have sex once, if it’s the same thing.
Should we just watch one sunset?
Or live just one day?
Because it’s new every time.
Each time is a different experience.

To me, that’s about making that feeling last.

5 days ago • 4 notes