I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via seabois)

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Francisco Domingo Y Marqués (Spanish, 1842-1920)

Roses, oil on panel, 40,5 x 31,5 cm. 1891.

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The biblical stories were presented to me, but they never seemed reasonable. I remember asking about Noah’s ark. Did he look after the invertebrates: the bees, for example? What about the yellow-jackets? And, the black wasps that stung me a few times? All those ants? There’s no mention of the most numerous organisms in my world. As a kid, I remember imagining a series of barges full of soil to be pulled like trailers behind this big boat. Grownups explained that it was just a story (whatever that meant). I remember asking, what was the point of the story? What was this guy’s idea to get animals two-by-two? What did he hope to accomplish, if all the bees, worms, oak trees, and rosebushes were gone? Let alone the question: why did he let the poison ivy come back? He missed a huge opportunity, etc. It was never satisfying to my mind.

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The HC’S Vagaries Vogue Italia September 2013 Paolo Roversi


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"We had a lot going for us. We’d found the secret glue that held all things together. In a perfect place, where the noise did not intrude, our world was so very complete."

Candy (2006)

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