My fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and illness, I am a ship without a rudder. My art is grounded in reflections over being different from others. My sufferings are part of my self and my art. They are indistinguishable from me, and their destruction would destroy my art. I want to keep those sufferings.
— Edvard Munch (via larmoyante)
I hate the feeling when you have to say goodbye to someone you want to spend every minute with.
— (via breathe-fairy)
The word “art” is something the West has never understood. Art is supposed to be a part of a community. Like, scholars are supposed to be a part of a community… Art is to decorate people’s houses, their skin, their clothes, to make them expand their minds, and it’s supposed to be right in the community, where they can have it when they want it… It’s supposed to be as essential as a grocery store… that’s the only way art can function naturally.
— Amiri Baraka (via westindians)
if you show
someone the sun in your bones
and they reject you
you must remember,
they hurt themselves this very same way.
— unable, nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)