What About This Theory. The Fear Of Not Being Enough. And The Fear Of Being ‘too Much.’ Are Exactly

The Grotto of Venus built by Mad King Ludwig II, the perfect place to take a paramour.

When we killed what we were to become what we are, what did we do with the bodies? We did what most people do; buried them under the floorboards and got used to the smell. I’ve lived my life like a serial killer; finish with one part, strangle it and move on to the next. Life in neat little boxes is life in neat little coffins, the dead bodies of the past laid out side by side. I am discovering, now, in the late afternoon of the day, that the dead still speak.

Jeanette Winterson, from “Gut Symmetries,” published c. 1998 (via violentwavesofemotion)

Again I quoted a poet - to avoid sounding like a preacher myself - who had written, ‘What you have experienced, no power on earth can take from you.’ Not only our experiences, but all we have done, whatever great thoughts we may have had, and all we have suffered, all this is not lost, though it is past; we have brought it into being. Having been is also a kind of being, and perhaps the surest kind.

Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning

Men hate it when I trap them in an inescapable labyrinth

Salvador Dali – Ménagère (Cutlery Set) 1957

Six pieces (silver-gilt) comprising of two forks, two knives and two enameled spoons.

If there is one thing us girls like, it’s to run a bath with lots of indulgent products just to disassociate and stare at the ceiling for two hours smelling of roses….

We’re each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?

Ursula K. Le Guin, from “Nine Lives”, in The Wind’s Twelve Quarters (via antigonick)

Pasquale Autorino