sketiana:

it was never anything grand that vincent painted w those strokes like its running molten silver and gold that hes seeing when looking at faces and barley and wheat in fields and skies above them. everything was beautiful rivulets and ridges and dancing in front of his eyes bc he saw it as beautiful as simple things often are. and then he communicated that because he had to. the plus side of training your eye to find beautiful in the mundane and simple things you only need to get out of your bed and house to see is that you then Have to tell people about it somehow otherwise you will die drowning in air. what a dear life to live that is and how easy it is to decide for that to be the way you live it

there is a rush when you realize the simplest of pleasures are the most beautiful the air gets sucked from your lungs when you look at a flower a perfect baked loaf of bread beauty of stained windows colorful there is this wonderful feeling when you see a child trying a fresh fruit at a farmer's market your lung will puncture at a sunset of course what vincent painted wasnt grand; how could it be? but good god he knew how to make you look twice that's the point of art really. lookin twice

sketiana:

sketiana:

nostalgia is a debilitating disease i swear to you. its like a headache for the rest of your body thats not in the head. and like its theres a crack somewhere in the glass wall between soul and body and your soul keeps leakig out into body at random times sloshing around

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—SIGIZMUND KRZHIZHANOVSKY (1925)

it really just. god nostalgia gives you little deaths every single day doesn't it? you're driving and you remember skinning your knee as a child with your mother's hand on your back and your breath gets stolen for someone else's memory while you're gasping for it back nostalgia is seeing an empty field and wondering what memory you're feeling bc you can't reach it specifically i'm thinking of the year 2011 and the wind in my hair as rocks flew up past my legs nostalgia isn't eternity but it sure parades like it lasts for forever instead of a lifetime


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