June 2013
15 posts
What makes you feel better?
I don’t know. Even the comprehension of the word “better” seems to be something I am unable to reach. It seems to refer to some sort of improvement, but what kind of? Is that synonymous with “happier”? I don’t think I want to be happier. I don’t believe that anybody truly wants happiness. What I want is to be completely aware but I also want to get away, be in a haze. I want to be dead and untouchable but as much I want to be so alive that I feel my face peel off and my heart break a thousand times. I want to understand but when I could see, I hide my face in my hands - and I only believe when I see or feel. I don’t want to find out what would make me feel better. I would rather spend that time creating and then destroying everything that will once be beautiful to me.
The charming attitude of Slavoj Žižek
- Greenstreet: What does love feel like?
- Žižek: Like a great misfortune, a monstrous parasite, a permanent state of emergency that ruins all small pleasures.
- Greenstreet: What is your favourite smell?
- Žižek: Nature in decay, like rotten trees.
- Greenstreet: Have you ever said 'I love you' and not meant it?
- Žižek: All the time. When I really love someone, I can only show it by making aggressive and bad-taste remarks.
- Greenstreet: What is the most important lesson life has taught you?
- Žižek: That life is a stupid, meaningless thing that has nothing to teach you.
- Greenstreet: Tell us a secret.
- Žižek: Communism will win.
“Capitalism is a system of relationships, which go from inside to out, from outside to in, from above to below, and from below to above. Everything is relative, everything is in chains. Capitalism is a condition both of the world and of the soul.”
—Franz Kafka
forever stuck in the freudzone :( boys only ever want me to explain them psychosexual development
“An individual is first of all a singular essence, which is to say, a degree of power. A characteristic relation corresponds to this essence, and a certain capacity for being affected corresponds to this degree of power. Furthermore, this relation subsumes parts; this capacity for being affected is necessarily filled by affections. Thus, animals are defined less by the abstract notions of genus and species than by a capacity for being affected, by the affections of which they are “capable,” by the excitations to which they react within the limits of their capability.”
—Gilles Deleuze, Spinoza: Practical Philosophy
“Dear Prime Minister, You have done a great favour to us today, of which you are not aware. I’ve seen a Galatasaray (football team) fan picking up a Fenerbahçe (another football team) fan off of the street who fell against the police, to whom you have ordered to kill. I’ve seen students sharing their water and bread with each other; Kurds and Turks walking hand in hand. I’ve seen women, whom you call whores, coming out of the brothel to give lemons and water to those who were injured. I’ve seen people, whom you call transvestites, opening their hotel rooms for refuge; I’ve seen lawyers and doctors sharing their phones, medical students responding in emergencies. I’ve seen elderly ladies giving out clothes soaked in vinegar. I’ve seen shopkeepers sharing their wireless network passwords, hotel owners taking injured in to their lobbies. I’ve seen a bus driver blocking the road to prevent the panzer from entering. I’ve seen pharmacists opening their shops at night. And rest assured, tonight our eyes were filled with tears not because of the teargas you ordered to be fired but because of pride.”
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Open letter from the Turkish citizens to the prime minister.
“The rate of profit falls, not because labour becomes less productive, but because it becomes more productive. Not because the worker is less exploited, but because he is more exploited…”
—Karl Marx, Theories of Surplus Value (New York: International Publishers, 1967), p. 439.
what do you think of ikea
Basically h&m for furniture which is something inherently disgusting yet 90% of the furniture in my room is ikea and I’m rather pleased with it so…. knee deep in the ideology
May 2013
46 posts
I wanted to fuck Sonja, now i want to fuck Sonja and then listen her explain something to me.
That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.
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“In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.”
—Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena
You remind me of Lolita. It's.. a disaster.
I remind you of an underage girl who basically gets their only depth through being a subject of obsession in a story that is only fascinating in a sense of picturing what’s going on in the head of the one who creates the obsess? I’m not interested in being a fantasy of anyone I’m more interested in shattering skulls from the inside
