It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.
Quotes
Scars are not injuries…A scar is a healing. After injury, a scar is what makes you whole.
I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve f**king thought of it.
I write because people don’t understand me when I talk. I don’t even understand myself when I talk, that’s why I write… To understand myself.
I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.
I love the line “You’re all already dead.” Because he is. He doesn’t have anything. That’s the realization is that unless you have love, unless you have friendship, unless you have something worth fighting for, you’re dead. And I think that’s the victory already, and he sees it in his eyes. He sees a coward. He sees a bully. He sees a man with nothing. He assumes he has everything, but he looks him square in the eyes and he goes, “I know what you are.” And then he calls him on it.
My painting is not violent, it’s life that is violent. Even within the most beautiful landscape, in the trees, under the leaves, the insects are eating each other; violence is a part of life. We are born with a scream; we come into life with a scream and maybe love is a mosquito net between the fear of living and the fear of death.
Francis Bacon (via phytos)
(I don’t know if this is a legit quote, but it’s worth posting one of his most famous paintings with it, Figure with Meat., under a cut. Warning: graphic depiction of animal carcasses and the person depicted in the work is also deeply unsettling.)

According to Mary Louise Schumacher of the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel,
“Bacon appropriated the famous portrait [Velázquez’s portrait of Pope Innocent X], with its subject, enthroned and draped in satins and lace, his stare stern and full of authority. In Bacon’s version, animal carcasses hang at the pope’s back, creating a raw and disturbing Crucifixion-like composition. The pope’s hands, elegant and poised in Velázquez’s version, are rough hewn and gripping the church’s seat of authority in apparent terror. His mouth is held in a scream and black striations drip down from the pope’s nose to his neck. It’s as if Bacon picked up a wide house painting brush and brutishly dragged it over the face. The fresh meat recalls the lavish arrangements of fruits, meats and confections in 17th-century vanitas paintings, which usually carried subtle moralizing messages about the impermanence of life and the spiritual dangers of sensual pleasures. Sometimes, the food itself showed signs of being overripe or spoiled, to make the point. Bacon weds the imagery of salvation, worldly decadence, power and carnal sensuality, and he contrasts those things with his own far more palpable and existential view of damnation”.[2]
Love is not about sex, going on fancy dates, or showing off. It’s about being with a person who makes you happy in a way nobody else can.
Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster… for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.
petrichor
(peˌtrīkôr) noun | the pleasant scent of the earth after it rains.
- etymology: petra = “stone” + ichor = the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods in Greek mythology.
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