but i just want to be home
and that is all
i hear the kids outside
the laces of their broken shoes trying to keep up with them
i should feel envious
i should feel like running with them
and yet all i can stand to do is sit here
in this room that is not mine
in the clothes i do not own
in this skin i hardly recognise
using words i didn’t make
saying nothing that hasn’t already been said
what’s the point.
poignantly, there is none.
— Joss Whedon (via ohhhkat)
Jamie XX & Fantastic Mr Foxx - Miss , from Mr Foxx Black Arce mix, no release date on this but rips of this have been floatin around the net
the bravest things are weak.
Waiting for a sign that says you don’t want me anymore
It’d be made of neon, ideally
But in the way that I know you
It’ll probably be scrawled on a piece of drift wood
Hidden behind some bramble weeds
Tucked in a forest under a rock
With a steady stream trickling near by
The smell of earthen decay
The likes of you, smeared over everything
And I can’t escape it
i hate the hold you have on me.
and i want to hurt you and yet i can’t and i am so frustrated
beyond words and beyond stars.
and i flew to pluto the other day, while you were sleeping
i needed to get away.
i walked around, kicked the dust, i tried to shatter what i could
i looked for my reflection in the frost and saw nothing
it reminded me of how i often look for my reflection in your eyes
and see nothing.
I feel so sick. And they were just words. I feel so heavy and my heart has dropped to my knees. And my ears can hear everything and I’m overwhelmed by the sensitivity.
And then you speak
And they make sense and they don’t.
And they are sweet words, but I can’t seem to hear them, or I hear them too clearly and that scares me.
God I scare easy.
Why am I back here, why did you drag be back 4 years. I did not, do not want to be here. I haven’t been here in a long time. Why did you take me back here.
I was running away so well.
I ran so fast, you should’ve seen the speed.
anne lindberg - raume yellow 2010 installation
“I am not interested in style. Style is for fashion designers. They have the problem of maintaining a signature look while trying to fit into this or that general trend. I am interested in neither one of these objectives. If my paintings express my own perception of the world with clarity and commitment, they will always look like they are mine. If my perception or creative process changes, the painting “style” might also change. I just have to let the chips fall where they may and deal with consequences.”
aluminum, piezo, arduino / dimensions variable / 2010
VENUE : Touchart gallery, Heyri, Korea
it’s how you see it .