If you want to kill yourself, kill what you don’t like. I had an old self that I killed. You can kill yourself too, but that doesn’t mean you got to stop living.
—Vargus, Archie’s Final Project
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Anonymous asked: can you post some of your writing? :)
Perhaps!
I feel such a creative force in me: I am convinced that there will be a time when, let us say, I will make something good every day , on a regular basis….I am doing my very best to make every effort because I am longing so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things mean painstaking work, disappointment, and perseverance.
—Vincent van Gogh
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Teenagers in a bed in San Francisco, California, 1966-7. Photo by William Gedney
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There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
—Ernest Hemingway
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The Lovers
Rene Magritte, 1928
Magritte’s mother was a suicidal woman, which led her husband, Magritte’s father, to lock her up in her room. One day, she escaped, and was found down a nearby river dead, having drowned herself. According to legend, 13 year old Magritte was there when they retrieved the body from the river. As she was pulled from the water, her dress covered her face. This later became a theme in many of Magritte’s paintings in the 1920’s, portraying people with cloth covering their faces.
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