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iam-kings · 6 days ago
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I accidentally started basing my art project on very existential subjects again and my teacher said she was 'concerned' with my 'dark ways of thinking'
anyway I'm gonna go back to reading Sigmund Freuds, 'On Transcience' and taking photos of my self dressed as a ghost
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iam-kings · 6 days ago
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Today I found out Leonardo Da Vinci was a gay vegetarian that wore brightly coloured clothing and Michelangelo was also gay but had no friends and they hated each other
How do I move past this?
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iam-kings · 20 days ago
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I ain’t never seen a group of best friends with a yearning for poetry and knowledge that make it through the entirety of the school year, always one of them gotta die
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iam-kings · 22 days ago
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'You know some people'd rather not exist They put a gun to the heart or a knife to the wrist We ought to think they aren't smart It could be something I missed' 'Right then, she kisses my skin I don't know what this is or where to begin This fills me up with bliss Don't tell me this was a dream And she, shows me that life Isn't all about explaining your time, No it's the perfect time to lay all night'
- 'Cigar', Tamino
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iam-kings · 22 days ago
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Details: hands study; how to give life to rock.
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iam-kings · 22 days ago
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Ratatouille is to Remy what Frankenstein is to the Monster, no I will not elaborate
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iam-kings · 26 days ago
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'How much does a man live after all?
Does he live a thousand days, or only one?
A week, or several centuries?
How long does a man spend dying?
What does it mean to say 'for ever'?'
Pablo Neruda, 'And How Long?' (1904-1973)
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iam-kings · 28 days ago
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You find those early mornings when the sky is still dark and everything is quiet, starting to become your sacred ground, they have this look in their eyes that drives you crazy and with each kiss you taste poetry on their lips, each stoke you feel music in their hands and with this desperate ache you find that maybe you understand the madness that clutched at the artists willing to bleed for love
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iam-kings · a month ago
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Anne Sexton, The Division of Parts
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iam-kings · a month ago
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‘And now, while Christ stays
fastened to his Crucifix
so that love may praise
his sacrifice
and not the grotesque metaphor,
you come, a brave ghost, to fix
in my mind without praise
or paradise
to make me your inheritor.’
- The Division of Parts, Anne Sexton
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iam-kings · a month ago
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‘What is the point if forever doesn’t exist?’ The one question that has been whispered and passed down every century, lived through every lifetime. I say ‘perhaps to be immortal is to remember’ but how can that be true when we are conditioned to forget
History turned to stories, stories turned to folklore, word of mouth stretching the tales further apart until all is lost and gone
And what are we left with?
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iam-kings · a month ago
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“You can suffer nostalgia in the presence of the beloved if you glimpse a future where the beloved is no more”
- Milan Kundera
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iam-kings · a month ago
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Now I’m left asking myself, if there’s a god up watching me i just can’t see, then how could he build a world but still not fix you and me
Room 309, Creeper
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iam-kings · 2 months ago
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Some mornings i wake up and the sky is dark and the coffee is bitter and i wish to be anywhere but in that moment
Some mornings i wake up and i listen to good music and drink good coffee and i admire how the sky can go from dark and cloudy to a beautiful blue and I spend the day admiring the golden shafts of sun that find their way into my room
In these small moments, when the sun graces my skin and the breeze moving through my open window reminds to breathe, i remember i am human
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iam-kings · 2 months ago
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When you’re working on a self portrait n you’re like ‘damn, we’re just millions of line and colours and layers put together and then taken apart to change over and over for the rest of our lives’
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iam-kings · 2 months ago
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no one:
not even a breeze:
Henry Winter at any minor inconvenience:
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iam-kings · 2 months ago
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Happy Valentine’s Day to all the porn bots that DM me on a daily basis, they the real ones 😌💕
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iam-kings · 3 months ago
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‘Let me be torn away, then!’ I cried. ‘Let another help me!’
‘No; you shall tear yourself away, none shall help you: you shall yourself pluck out your right eye; yourself cut off your right hand: your heart shall be the victim, and you the priest to transfix it.’
- ‘Jane Eyre’, Charlotte Brontë
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iam-kings · 3 months ago
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‘Last summer’s reeds are all engraved in ice / as is your image in my eye; dry frost / glazes the window of my hurt; what solace / can be struck from rock to make heart’s waste / grow green again? Who’d walk in this bleak place?’
Winter Landscape, with Rooks, Sylvia Plath, 1956
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iam-kings · 3 months ago
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‘Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.’
-Richard Silken
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