Scarlet Pantomime

"There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts."

drcharlesobgynot — Mon, 06 May 2013 22:08:25 -0400

“There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.”

- Albert Camus (via feuille-d-automne)

myroseate:

drcharlesobgynot — Mon, 06 May 2013 22:07:40 -0400

"It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that..."

drcharlesobgynot — Mon, 06 May 2013 22:03:36 -0400

“It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any.”

- Hugh Laurie (via mirnah)

"if you don’t want me to take care of you, can you please take better care of yourself."

drcharlesobgynot — Mon, 06 May 2013 10:44:26 -0400

“if you don’t want me to take care of you, can you please take better care of yourself.”

- (via nymphoninjas)

Love Story She thinks her bruises are attractive but they only...

drcharlesobgynot — Mon, 06 May 2013 02:07:45 -0400

Love Story
She thinks her bruises are attractive but they only are to me
Who else could find pain as excruciatingly appealing?
She made me a cannibal.
Her perfume filled the hollows in my bones
With every step I took, joint into socket,
I crushed the air and filled myself with her scent.
That was five days ago. And still no sign of her.
Everything is half remembered, seen through a haze
Collected and absorbed by the rain
I taste her name on my lips and my tongue and burn myself with heat of her soul
Down my throat
I can’t take this anymore
I need to feel my fingers wrapped around her bones and hear her whisper how much she loves me and to never let go
I want to break her spine
And shape her, into a new creature
My bird, my pet, my sweet one
My love; a twisted thing

"Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the..."

drcharlesobgynot — Wed, 01 May 2013 00:32:32 -0400

“Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.”

- F. Scott Fitzgerald, Magnetism (via scout)
True.

A man who asks permission, is no man of mine. My man He takes...

drcharlesobgynot — Fri, 26 Apr 2013 01:21:51 -0400

A man who asks permission, is no man of mine.
My man
He takes and takes and takes
His eyes swallow cities whole
And when he breathes it’s like God is calling me
Calling me back home

feunext: ALRIGHT LISTEN UP! SERIOUS BUSINESS RIGHT HERE! CISPA...

drcharlesobgynot — Fri, 19 Apr 2013 17:03:35 -0400

feunext:

ALRIGHT LISTEN UP!

SERIOUS BUSINESS RIGHT HERE!

CISPA just passed and is going to destroy everything!

Go to SitesNotSpies.org to sign up to join the protest and for further details.

It’s time to get pissed. The U.S. law that would turn Google, Facebook, and Twitter into legally immune government spies just passed the House.

This bill affects everyone — not just U.S. citizens. Anyone with a Facebook account could now have their data shipped directly to the U.S. government. That’s why Internet users overwhelmingly oppose this bill. Over 1.5 million people signed petitions against it. But Congress didn’t listen.

Does this remind you of something? Yep, this is the exact position we were in with SOPA last year. Then the Internet rose up and we made history with the SOPA strike.

This spring, we’re going to organize the largest online privacy protest in history to make sure that CISPA goes the same route as SOPA and doesn’t become the law that breaks the 4th Amendment. Are you in?

CISPA threatens our most basic rights. Privacy is important not just for our security but for our rights to freedom of expression. The giant tech companies that stood with Internet users against SOPA are not going to help us this time (but some of the large sites like Mozilla, Imgur, and Reddit are all against CISPA and we love them).

Only a massive grassroots outcry will stop this bill. We’re starting to build the tools. But we need your help.

Share this flyer, and tell everyone you know to sign up to join the protest!

Eight Days The Private asked for my address But I couldn’t...

drcharlesobgynot — Mon, 08 Apr 2013 00:40:06 -0400

Eight Days
The Private asked for my address
But I couldn’t write to him. Every time I sat behind a desk, an overwhelming feeling of anxiety overtook me.
I struggled for breath. My thoughts escaped me.
So the letters poured in, and I read them all by my window.
So much light through that small glass frame.
“I could bleed in this dry desert, and the earth would suck my blood as though it were a vampire.
“Sometimes I think I hear bells, or chimes, or maybe it’s music, leading me further into this madness. Sometimes I hear singing, and I can’t stop crying, Nadine. I can’t stop crying.
“I could kiss you, from miles away, and maybe you would feel my phantom lips on your brow.”
If I felt anything at all, it might be regret.
But people like me, we always survive the wars.
We don’t believe in anything, and we have nothing left.
Nothing to write about. Just a lonely body, occupying some space for while.
There is no hostility in my inconsiderate actions. I just never learned to care.
I hope this letter reaches you, in good health.
Ever,
Nadine

aseaofquotes: T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

drcharlesobgynot — Sun, 07 Apr 2013 11:13:25 -0400

aseaofquotes:

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

carlosbaila: Marina Abramovic meets Ulay“Marina Abramovic and...

drcharlesobgynot — Fri, 29 Mar 2013 23:04:09 -0400

carlosbaila:

Marina Abramovic meets Ulay

“Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. at her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened.”

“En los años 70, Marina Abramovic mantuvo una intensa historia de amor con Ulay. Pasaron 5 años viviendo en una furgoneta realizando toda clase de performances. En 1988, cuando su relación ya no daba para más, decidieron recorrer la Gran Muralla China, empezando cada uno de un lado, para encontrarse en el medio, abrazarse y no volver a verse nunca más. En 2010 el MoMa de Nueva York dedicó una retrospectiva a su obra. Dentro de la misma, Marina compartía un minuto en silencio con cada extraño que se sentaba frente a ella. Ulay llegó sin que ella lo supiera, y esto fue lo que pasó”

This makes me cry.

Afraid of Unknowns I get these momentary attacks of conscience ...

drcharlesobgynot — Fri, 29 Mar 2013 12:24:08 -0400

Afraid of Unknowns
I get these momentary attacks of conscience but after a while my heart calms down and I have another cigarette
I sit at the edge of my blue bed and look around this dusty room
I guess it’s not so bad
It could be worse
I could be locked in an asylum
Or dead
I guess I guess
Atleast I have my senses
I’ll have another drink of whiskey
And try to think of something else less threatening

Hazy Room We are breathless, Robert Breathless Too many beacons...

drcharlesobgynot — Fri, 22 Mar 2013 00:45:03 -0400

Hazy Room
We are breathless, Robert
Breathless
Too many beacons pointing you in the right direction(s)
Searching constantly for comfort
Surrounded by ashtray forests and buzzing power lines
You can have it all
The echo of canned laughter
The glow of the television screen surrenders to your fingertips
Alone, again, tonight

I absolutely love this.

drcharlesobgynot — Fri, 22 Mar 2013 00:05:57 -0400

I absolutely love this.

i thought of you, while in the shower and i thought of how nice it’d be to have your things among...

drcharlesobgynot — Thu, 21 Mar 2013 22:46:31 -0400

i thought of you, while in the shower

and i thought of how nice it’d be

to have your things among my things

along the bathtub’s edge

and i imagined myself running out of soap

and using yours

and wearing you to work, and the grocery store

and i imagined that night, laying down beside you

and smelling your neck

and finding out where all my soap had gone

Photo

drcharlesobgynot — Thu, 21 Mar 2013 22:40:27 -0400

"When my absence doesn’t alter your life, then my presence has no meaning in it."

drcharlesobgynot — Thu, 21 Mar 2013 22:18:48 -0400

“When my absence doesn’t alter your life, then my presence has no meaning in it.”

- Unknown (via heartuntamed)

"There is no intensity of love or feeling that does not involve the risk of crippling hurt. It is a..."

drcharlesobgynot — Mon, 18 Mar 2013 01:17:07 -0400

““There is no intensity of love or feeling that does not involve the risk of crippling hurt. It is a duty to take this risk, to love and feel without defense or reserve.””

- William S. Burroughs (via arinacretu)

Reblog if you want your followers to ask you anything they're curious about.

drcharlesobgynot — Tue, 12 Mar 2013 10:30:17 -0400

Go ahead. Make my day.

completelybackasswards: outsetisland: Elliott Smith - You Make...

drcharlesobgynot — Mon, 04 Mar 2013 01:55:29 -0500

completelybackasswards:

outsetisland:

Elliott Smith - You Make It Seem Like Nothing

I’m not used to coming through
I’m more accustomed to falling out
I’m trying hard now as I can for you
Not to trip up on some stupid doubt

I can’t help you when you’re sad
That’s a constant source of pain to me
Because I want to really bad
Even though you make it seem like nothing

It’s starting to come to me
I didn’t know about, I hadn’t figured it out
But it’s starting to come to me now
A little bit too late

wow my heart is melting (；_；) ♡

Commencing with the gross sobbing. Again.

Yes.