peculiarvernacular

When I started this blog in 2010 my compulsion was to understand art and photography, then I realised that maybe the real compulsion was to understand myself. If you like you could click here to see some photos that I've taken.

I love her, heart and soul. She is everything to me. And yet she is nothing like the women I dreamed of, like those ideal creatures whom I worshipped as a boy. She corresponds to nothing I had conceived out of my own depths. She is a totally new image, something foreign, something which Fate whirled across my path from some unknown sphere. As I look at her, as I get to love her morsel by morsel, I find that the totality of her escapes me. My love adds up like a sum, but she, the one I am seeking with desperate, hungry love, escapes like an elixir. She is completely mine, almost slavishly so, but I do not possess her. It is I who am possessed. I am possessed by a love such as was never offered me before—an engulfing love, a total love, a love of my very toe-nails and the dirt beneath them—and yet my hands are forever fluttering, forever grasping and clutching, seizing nothing.”

Henry Miller, “Sexus”, 1994 Grove Press







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Legoland



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Lonerism

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Perhaps I’m a loner, a solitary stoner,

Flaneur buried deep in my thoughts,

Perhaps I’ve seen it all, no more wherewithal,

to turn the can’t(s) into oughts.

But is it so bad, to feel unbearably sad,

a vocation I insist we pursue,

for the next time we’re glad, so unbearably glad,

we’re likely to forget what is true.







What money can be used for.

What money can be used for.



laughingsquid:

Cat Obsessively Taps At Anything Made Out of Paper

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Okay this is hands down the funniest shit I’ve yet seen a cat do and we’ve known cats to do some really funny shit

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nevver:

Calvin and Hobbes

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Yet it is only us, as humans, who can appreciate and understand this very unique dichotomy between sorrow and joy, fortune and misfortune; and it is only us, who are endowed with the ability to control our reactions to being in such states.

nevver:

Calvin and Hobbes

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Yet it is only us, as humans, who can appreciate and understand this very unique dichotomy between sorrow and joy, fortune and misfortune; and it is only us, who are endowed with the ability to control our reactions to being in such states.



There is something very deep and profound to be said about this but I’m not quite sure what.  In the meantime, please follow my instagram.  Please?

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