You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.
— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
Drunk text me. I want
to be the one you think of
when you can’t think straight.
Its face was like the face she had seen in some medieval paintings where the martyr’s limbs are being sawed off and his expression says he is being deprived of nothing essential.
I never stop analysing the phenomenon of ‘survival’ as the structure of surviving, it’s really the only thing that interests me, but precisely insofar as I do not believe that one lives on post mortem. And at bottom it is what commands everything - what I do, what I am, what I write, what I say.
Illusions of the Body was made to tackle the supposed norms of what we think our bodies are supposed to look like. Most of us realize that the media displays the only the prettiest photos of people, yet we compare ourselves to those images. We never get to see those photos juxtaposed against a picture of that same person looking unflattering. That contrast would help a lot of body image issues we as a culture have.
Within the series I tried get a range of body types, ethnicities & genders to show how everyone is a different shape & size; there is no “normal”. Each photo was taken with the same lighting & the same angle.
Celebrate your shapes, sizes & the odd contortions your body can get itself into. The human body is a weird & beautiful thing.
Photographer: Gracie Hagen
I can’t decide whether I’m a good girl wrapped up in a bad girl, or if I’m a bad girl wrapped up in a good girl.
A body falls much faster
than the night
They ask: I am a twenty-one (nearly twenty-two actually, damn) year old gal who has never had a partner or dated or had anybody interested in me at all really. I have two cats. Should I just lie down and accept my fate, that I’ll probably be eaten by them in my apartment when I die?
I answer: …
My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
— laurell k. hamilton