Pure Slate

21 Year Old.
Aspiring Actress.
Vintage.Marylin Monroe.Spiritual.
Theatre.Music.Red Head.


These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were withĀ prostitutes.

And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really lovesĀ each otherā€”cares aboutĀ each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart.Ā 

Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, itā€™s so damnĀ unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows heā€™ll never really understand.Ā 

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another one of those shitty nights.

6-Word Story #49 (via pythons)

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The saddest word in English: Stay.

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A beautiful feeling, when someone tells you ā€œI wish I knew you earlierā€.

Jeffrey Eugenides,Ā The Virgin Suicides (via ohdreaming)

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You never get over it. But you get to where it doesnā€™t bother you so much.

Hunter ReveuĀ  (via nakedvibe)

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I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature.. All of this is art to me.