The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth. — GEORGES BATAILLE
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The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth. — GEORGES BATAILLE
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“Incredible nervous state, trepidation beyond words: to be this much in love is to be sick (and I love to be sick).”
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The Story of the Eye
“The night is my nudity
the stars are my teeth
I throw myself among the dead
dressed in white sunlight
Death dwells in my heart
like a little widow
she sobs she is a coward
I’m afraid
I could vomit
the widow laughs to the skies
and rips the birds to pieces”
next bataille installment, w/ some futurama sounds in th background. wearing thrifted & cut-up “I climbed the great wall” souvenir shirt, rag & bone high-waist jeans, oxblood braces, apple-print bra which is totally visible cause I am awful at cutting up shirts.
thinking about making a terrible donation-plea post, because I need $$ desperately for various things, mostly so I don’t have a nervous breakdown & partly so I can apply to graduate school. should I?
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I had to get up early today, so I finally did another Bataille reading. someone pay me to read audio books please please please!
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it will take ages to finish all of story of the eye, but I think I will try to keep it up.
wearing my daisies-esque dress, a vintage ‘wedding’ dress that is uber-mini & has dodgy hems and other charmingly home-sewn details. w/ ripped black tights, gold leather belt, & you can see my robocop badge & crying blue moon pin.
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I got th brill’ idea to recite all of Georges Bataille’s Story of the Eye over video posts. It is long & pornographic (& th ending is th best part!) so let me know if I should keep this up.
wearing thrifted 90s gap mini shirtdress, worn when I can’t be assed to put something complex together; thrifted lavender belt w/ silver feather buckle; black tights; you can kind of glimpse my prized RoboCop pin on my lapel.
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