tomrum
2.63K subscribers
3.75K photos
2 videos
24 files
85 links
The trouble with being born

Admin: @TwoMonthsOff
Download Telegram
Isabelle Adjani
Drukqs
Johan van der Keuken, Paris, 1963
Now it's serious. At last it's becoming serious. So I've grown older. Was I the only one who wasn't serious? Is it our times that are not serious? I was never lonely neither when I was alone, nor with others. But I would have liked to be alone at last. Loneliness means I'm finally whole. Now I can say it as tonight, I'm at last alone. I must put an end to coincidence. The new moon of decision. I don't know if there's destiny but there's a decision. Decide! We are now the times. Not only the whole town - the whole world is taking part in our decision. We two are now more than us two. We incarnate something. We're representing the people now. And the whole place is full of those who are dreaming the same dream. We are deciding everyone's game. I am ready. Now it's your turn. You hold the game in your hand. Now or never. You need me. You will need me. There's no greater story than ours, that of man and woman. It will be a story of giants... invisible... transposable... a story of new ancestors. Look. My eyes. They are the picture of necessity, of the future of everyone in the place. Last night I dreamt of a stranger... of my man. Only with him could I be alone, open up to him, wholly open, wholly for him. Welcome him wholly into me. Surround him with the labyrinth of shared happiness. I know... it's you.
Objection, evasion, joyous distrust, and love of irony are signs of health; everything absolute belongs to pathology.

- Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil
tomrum pinned «Where are you from?»
Untitled (Hotel Rooms), Nobuyoshi Araki, 1993-1994
Nobuyoshi Araki
Lancaster angel, East Sheen Cemetery, Jeane Trend-Hill
Forget what you learned in the night
The youth do not have it right
The wine plays tricks on young mortals
In the late moonlight
When reason was lost
And caveman instincts run wild
And I think I want to rest awhile
But the youth will not rest
And the youth will scream you awake
And the youth will give you drugs
And the youth will fill you with worth
And the youth will leave you be
Only when the youth has burned you up
My body is on fire
And the youth dance in my light
The youth came last night
Like all nights, and they begged to dance in my light
I begged to dance in their light
Hoestkveld, 1900, Theodor Severin Kittelsen
Lieutenant Franz von Werra with the Gruppe lion cub mascot “Simba” and his Me 109 at Wierre-au-Bois in France, August 1940.