a little help from others can be a great blessing.
- Iroh
ZITATE. Sprüche, Redewendungen, Textauszüge, Liedtexte, Kurzfilme, Tanzvideos, Lieder, etc.: mir sind irgendwann die Post-Its und Notizbücher ausgegangen. Lumen [lat.] = Licht. Noctivagum [lat.] = nachts umherschweifend, bei Nacht umherziehend. Der Blogtitel ist vor Jahren in einem Gespräch mit meiner besten Freundin entstanden. Das Hintergrundbild ist von mir. Sofern nicht anderweitig genannt, zählen Zitate ohne Referenz zu "Unbekannt". ~Fiete, on hiatus
7. Juli 2020
5. Juli 2020
Charles Baudelaire
Her ideas on morals have the same depth of judgment and delicacy of feeling as those of janitresses and kept women ... The fact that there are men who could become enamoured of
this slut is indeed a proof of the abasement of the men of this generation.
*Charles Baudelaire about George Sand, a 19th century writer in France
*Charles Baudelaire about George Sand, a 19th century writer in France
28. Juni 2020
It's Okay to Not Be Okay, 2020
| Moon Kang Tae | "What do you want from me? I know you won’t back off until you get it, so tell me what you want. What do you want?" |
| Ko Mun Yeong | "'Just take it and leave?'" |
| Moon Kang Tae | "Yes, if you don’t mind." |
| Ko Mun Yeong | "You. — I’ll take it and leave. Moon Kang Tae, what I want is you." |
| Moon Kang Tae | "Why me?" |
| Ko Mun Yeong | "Because I can’t stop wanting you." |
| Moon Kang Tae | "But why?" |
| Ko Mun Yeong | "Because you’re so pretty. Well, you know. Like shoes, clothes and cars. When I see something pretty, I want it. And I need to have what I want. Whether I have to pay for it, steal it or just take it by force. You don’t need some grand reason to desire something, right?" |
26. Juni 2020
"Harry Potter 20th Anniversary Symphony" by Pteryx Videos
June 26, 1997 Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone was first published.
The Harry Potter series is officially 20 years old.
The Harry Potter series is officially 20 years old.
24. Juni 2020
22. Juni 2020
21. Juni 2020
It's Okay to Not Be Okay, 2020
Bad memories stay here [taps with her fingers on his chest, over his heart] longer.
20. Juni 2020
The Boy Who Fed On Nightmares
The boy woke up from another awful nightmare. Bad memories from the past
that he wanted to erase from his head were replayed in his dreams every night
and haunted him nonstop. The boy was terrified of falling asleep.
that he wanted to erase from his head were replayed in his dreams every night
and haunted him nonstop. The boy was terrified of falling asleep.
So one day, he went to the witch and begged.
"Please get rid of all my bad memories so that I won't ever have a nightmare again.
Then I will do everything you ask."
Years went by, and the boy became an adult. He no longer had nightmares.
But for some strange reason, he wasn't happy at all.
One night, a blood moon filled the night sky, and the witch finally showed up again
to take what he had promised in return for granting his wish. And he shouted at her
with so much resentment.
"All my bad memories are gone. But why... Why can't I become happy?"
Then the witch took his soul as they had promised,
and told him this—
"Hurtful, painful memories. Memories of deep regrets. Memories of hurting others
and being hurt. Memories of being abandoned.
Only those with such memories buried in their hearts can become stronger, more passionate,
and emotionally flexible. And only those can attain happiness.
So don't forget any of it. Remember it all and overcome it.
If you don't overcome it, you'll always be a kid whose soul never grows."
(Found here: It's Okay to Not Be Okay, 2020)
19. Juni 2020
12. Juni 2020
"What If We Cultivated Our Ugliness? or: The Monstrous Beauty of Medusa" by Jess Zimmermann
Medusa lost her beauty—or rather, it was taken from her. Beauty is always something you can lose. Women’s beauty is seen as something separate from us, something we owe but never own: We are its stewards, not its beneficiaries. We tend it like a garden where we do not live.
Oh, but ugliness—ugliness is always yours. Almost everyone has some innate kernel of grotesquerie; even fashion models (I’ve heard) tend to look a bit strange and froggish in person, having been gifted with naturally level faces that pool light luminously instead of breaking it into shards. And everyone has the ability to mine their ugliness, to emphasize and magnify it, to distort even those parts of themselves that fall within acceptable bounds.
Where beauty is narrow and constrained, ugliness is an entire galaxy, a myriad of sparkling paths that lurch crazily away from the ideal. There are so few ways to look perfect, but there are thousands of ways to look monstrous, surprising, upsetting, outlandish, or odd. Thousands of stories to tell in dozens of languages: the languages of strong features or weak chins, the languages of garish makeup and weird haircuts and startling clothes, fat and bony and hairy languages, the languages of any kind of beauty that’s not white. Nose languages, eyebrow languages, piercing and tattoo languages, languages of blemish and birthmark and scar. When you give up trying to declare yourself acceptable, there are so many new things to say.
Oh, but ugliness—ugliness is always yours. Almost everyone has some innate kernel of grotesquerie; even fashion models (I’ve heard) tend to look a bit strange and froggish in person, having been gifted with naturally level faces that pool light luminously instead of breaking it into shards. And everyone has the ability to mine their ugliness, to emphasize and magnify it, to distort even those parts of themselves that fall within acceptable bounds.
Where beauty is narrow and constrained, ugliness is an entire galaxy, a myriad of sparkling paths that lurch crazily away from the ideal. There are so few ways to look perfect, but there are thousands of ways to look monstrous, surprising, upsetting, outlandish, or odd. Thousands of stories to tell in dozens of languages: the languages of strong features or weak chins, the languages of garish makeup and weird haircuts and startling clothes, fat and bony and hairy languages, the languages of any kind of beauty that’s not white. Nose languages, eyebrow languages, piercing and tattoo languages, languages of blemish and birthmark and scar. When you give up trying to declare yourself acceptable, there are so many new things to say.
(full article here: https://catapult.co/stories/role-monsters-gorgons-medusa-women-beauty-ugliness)
10. Juni 2020
Fortesa Latifi
all my grief says the same thing:
this isn't how it's supposed to be.
this isn't how it's supposed to be.
this isn't how it's supposed to be.
and the world laughs,
holds my hope by the throat,
says:
holds my hope by the throat,
says:
but this is how it is.
"An Archive of Feelings" by Ann Cvetkovich
Because trauma can be unspeakable and unrepresentable and
because it is marked by forgetting and dissociation,
it often seems to leave behind no records at all.
9. Juni 2020
8. Juni 2020
7. Juni 2020
Leanne Betasamosake Simpson
I think we fucked, and maybe I should say make love,
but maybe not because we didn't actually make love.
It was sadder than that. We were sadder than that.
But it wasn't bad and it wasn't wrong. It wasn't desperate. I think it was salvation.
"Before You Came" by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Before you came,
things were as they should be:
the sky was the dead-end of sight,
the road was just a road, wine merely wine.
Now everything is like my heart,
a color at the edge of blood:
the grey of your absence, the color of poison, of thorns,
the gold when we meet, the season ablaze,
the yellow of autumn, the red of flowers, of flames,
and the black when you cover the earth
with the coal of dead fires.
And the sky, the road, the glass of wine?
The sky is a shirt wet with tears,
the road a vein about to break,
and the glass of wine a mirror in which the sky,
the road, the world keep changing.
Don't leave now that you're here—
Stay. So the world may become like itself again:
so the sky may be the sky,
the road a road,
and the glass of wine not a mirror, just a glass of wine.
6. Juni 2020
"Gut Symmetries" by Jeanette Winterson
We looked at each other,
afraid to speak,
afraid to load our feelings into words
in case the words cracked and split.
I pinned my tongue to the roof of my mouth.
Hold in, hold in,
one crack and the wall is breached.
5. Juni 2020
"Cecilia and the Satellite" by Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness
Through all the things my eyes have seen
The best by far is you
For all the things my hands have held
The best by far is you
4. Juni 2020
I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.
- "Orlando" by Virginia Woolf ||
I am tired of myself tonight. I should like to be somebody else.
- "The Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde ||
The enormity of my desire disgusts me.
- "The War of the Foxes" by Richard Siken ||
What if I'm someone I don't want around.
- "Falling" by Harry Styles ||
- "Orlando" by Virginia Woolf ||
I am tired of myself tonight. I should like to be somebody else.
- "The Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde ||
The enormity of my desire disgusts me.
- "The War of the Foxes" by Richard Siken ||
What if I'm someone I don't want around.
- "Falling" by Harry Styles ||
1. Juni 2020
30. Mai 2020
"The Chaos of Stars" by Kiersten White
And I'd choose you;
in a hundred lifetimes,
in a hundred worlds,
in any version of reality,
I'd find you and I'd choose you.
in a hundred lifetimes,
in a hundred worlds,
in any version of reality,
I'd find you and I'd choose you.
29. Mai 2020
"The 5 Stages of Loving You" by Abby S
i lost you to space and time,
i nearly lost you to fate
but we were always fighters,
and so i know you'll come back to me
i know you'll come home to me
and our devotion outstrips the fairy tales,
because we were never guaranteed a happy ending
when we crash back together
the world narrows down to the sound
of a single heartbeat
(full poem here: https://fireandsteelofangels.tumblr.com/post/163661863272/i-meeting-you-when-i-saw-you-the-world-didnt)
i nearly lost you to fate
but we were always fighters,
and so i know you'll come back to me
i know you'll come home to me
and our devotion outstrips the fairy tales,
because we were never guaranteed a happy ending
when we crash back together
the world narrows down to the sound
of a single heartbeat
(full poem here: https://fireandsteelofangels.tumblr.com/post/163661863272/i-meeting-you-when-i-saw-you-the-world-didnt)
When My Love Blooms, 2020
Let's say that we miraculously meet again.
But I'm scared...
it might be at her funeral.
But I'm scared...
it might be at her funeral.
24. Mai 2020
John Green
Maybe there's something
you're afraid to say,
or someone you're
afraid to love, or some-
where you're afraid
to go. It's gonna
hurt. It's gonna hurt
because it matters.
you're afraid to say,
or someone you're
afraid to love, or some-
where you're afraid
to go. It's gonna
hurt. It's gonna hurt
because it matters.
21. Mai 2020
Hyena, 2020
Yoon Hee-Jae: My day was nothing compared to yours.
Jung Geum-Ja: Physical injuries recover quickly. Emotional inquiries don't.
[Taps on his chest, near his heart]. It lasts quite a while.
Jung Geum-Ja: Physical injuries recover quickly. Emotional inquiries don't.
[Taps on his chest, near his heart]. It lasts quite a while.
17. Mai 2020
"Transformations of the Lover" by Adonis
We bow, we meet, we pass or sit opposite each other.
You are my garments, and I am yours.
Our muscles tense.
Our skins taste like a violent sea.
[Adonis (2000):Transformations of the Lover. In: Adonis: The Pages of Day and Night (trans. Samuel Hazo).]
You are my garments, and I am yours.
Our muscles tense.
Our skins taste like a violent sea.
[Adonis (2000):Transformations of the Lover. In: Adonis: The Pages of Day and Night (trans. Samuel Hazo).]
16. Mai 2020
15. Mai 2020
Eleanor Russell
you are
wasting
your heart
on those
who do not
see it as art
(https://www.instagram.com/e.russellpoetry/)
wasting
your heart
on those
who do not
see it as art
(https://www.instagram.com/e.russellpoetry/)
14. Mai 2020
7. Mai 2020
Lost in Translation
Charlotte: I just don't know what I'm supposed to be.
Bob: You'll figure that out. The more you know who you are, and what you want,
the less you let things upset you.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNK7N3AwVFQ)
Bob: You'll figure that out. The more you know who you are, and what you want,
the less you let things upset you.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNK7N3AwVFQ)
6. Mai 2020
look. i don't think my stretch marks are beautiful. i don't think they're tiger stripes or natural tattooos. i don't think my acne is beautiful. i don't think the bags under my eyes are beautiful. i just think they're human. and i don't think i have to be beautiful all of the time in order to be accepted and loved and sucessful. i don't think every small detail of my outer appearence needs to be translated into prettiness.
(found here)
(found here)
1. Mai 2020
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