Wendy (tressebleue ) wrote in inspireplease ,

Today is the oldest you've ever been and the youngest you'll ever be again.


Throughout the mid to late 1970s and upwards, Hiroshi Sugimoto packed up a folding 4x5 camera & tripod, surreptitiously entered matinees (and, one can only presume, evening film events) and documented the interior of movie theatres across the United States. He would open the shutter just before the ‘first light’ hit the screen and close it after the credits finished rolling and before the house lights came on. Using this method he was able to invert the subject/object relationship of the movie theatre and use the film itself to illuminate the proscenium and interior. This content, largely unaddressed critically, is what lends the images their incredible power—along wtih the natural fascination of being made privy to the photography’s divine birthright—allowing us to see the normally invisible, to experience a finite collapse of time.

“You’re an interesting species. An interesting mix. You’re capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you’re not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we’ve found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.”
— Carl Sagan



“The worst loneliness is not to be comfortable with yourself.”
— Mark Twain



Skúffuskáld
In relation to the poetry posts, there is this Icelandic word skúffuskáld, which means someone who’s secretly a poet. It literally means “drawer poet”, someone who writes poetry but chugs it all into his desk drawer instead of showing it to people.

Artist Peter Stults recreated these movie posters, changing actors and eras, and sometimes even genres.





“The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.”
— William Blake


Young-ha Kim - I Have the Right to Destroy Myself



“But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you…Your muscles will toughen. So will your heart and soul. That’s necessary for survival. But don’t lose touch with that person deep inside you, or else you won’t really have survived at all.”
— Louis Sachar

Photographer Irina Werning's ongoing project, "BACK TO THE FUTURE", showcases people from their past and present. (I really love this.)




(Is that you, Barney Stinson?)

(Because I'm at work and I don't know how to take a screenshot on this computer:)
Someone asks findingthinagain, "What are your thoughts on evolution?"
She replies, "I’m a theistic evolutionist. I believe in evolution, but I believe that God created everything. Science and God are not mutually exclusive. Evolution does not disprove a creator and a creator does not disprove evolution."



“Every person I interact with is part of the person I am becoming.”
— Patricia Moreno



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“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”
— Sylvia Plath



“As you get older you will gain a bit more control over everything. Don’t let anyone, even your parents, break you. Find good people who care about you and surround yourself with just them. If you can’t find them at first, find good music and fall into it, let it hold you until they come.”
— Davey Havok





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“She knew that every inflexion of her voice, every gesture, every characteristic of her person— its very defects, the fact that her forehead was too high, that her eyes were not large enough, that her hands, though slender, were not small, and that fingers did not taper— she knew that these deficiencies were so many channels through which her influence streamed to him; that she pleased him in spite of them, perhaps because of them; that he wanted her as she was, and not as she would have liked to be; and for the first time she felt in her veins the security and lightness of happy love.”
— Edith Wharton



“I feel a sadness I expected and which comes from myself. I say I’ve always been sad. That I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. That today, recognizing it as the sadness I’ve always had, I could almost call it by my own name, it’s so like me.”
— Marguerite Duras - The Lover



“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do. It also won’t do in your essays.”
Dead Poets Society (1989)



"I wonder

whats wrong with me
sometimes
i just keep
wanting to go deeper and deeper into the world
of self destruction
like as if
i want to see myself fail completely
and disappear.
strange
its like a dive
i used to be on swim team when i was young
and i hated it so much
i wanted to drown"

— Daul Kim



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”THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES”
It seems that a lot of attackers use some tactic to get away with violence. Not many people know how to take care of themselves when faced with such a situation. Everyone should read this especially each n every girl in this world. Read more...



“Worry a little bit every day and in a lifetime you will lose a couple of years. If something is wrong, fix it if you can. But train yourself not to worry. Worry never fixes anything.”
— Mary Hemingway



“How we spend our days is, of course,
how we spend our lives.”
— Annie Dillard



“You are told a lot about your education, but some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since childhood, is perhaps the best education of all. If a man carries many such memories into life with him, he is saved for the rest of his days. And even if only one good memory is left in our hearts, it may also be the instrument of our salvation one day.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky



“I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer

(If you do too, you will love this.)









“Some struggles are so solitary that they drown in words.”
— Martha Manning - Undercurrents



“If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather. Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side. It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest and best things you will ever do.”
— Stephen Fry

















“There will be other lives.
There will be other lives for nervous boys with sweaty palms, for bittersweet fumblings in the backseats of cars, for caps and gowns in royal blue and crimson, for mothers clasping pretty pearl necklaces around daughters’ unlined necks, for your full name read aloud in an auditorium, for brand-new suitcases transporting you to strange new people in strange new lands.
And there will be other lives for unpaid debts, for one-night stands, for Prague and Paris, for painful shoes with pointy toes, for indecision and revisions.
And there will be other lives for fathers walking daughters down aisles.
And there will be other lives for sweet babies with skin like milk.
And there will be other lives for a man you don’t recognize, for a face in a mirror that is no longer yours, for the funerals of intimates, for shrinking, for teeth that fall out, for hair on your chin, for forgetting everything. Everything.
Oh, there are so many lives. How we wish we could live them concurrently instead of one by one by one. We could select the best pieces of each, stringing them together like a strand of pearls. But that’s not how it works. A human’s life is a beautiful mess.”
— Gabrielle Zevin - Elsewhere




I will stop here for the sake of our attention spans. Hope you enjoyed it.
You can view my past entries here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

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