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surreelust:

The Vengeance by Rene Magritte (1939)
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surreelust:

The Vengeance by Rene Magritte (1939)

In the 1890s, when Freud was in the dawn of his career, he was struck by how many of his female patients were revealing childhood [sexual] victimization to him. Freud concluded that child sexual abuse was one of the major causes of emotional disturbances in adult women and wrote a brilliant and humane paper called “The Aetiology of Hysteria.” However, rather than receiving acclaim from his colleagues for his ground-breaking insights, Freud met with scorn. He was ridiculed for believing that men of excellent reputation (most of his patients came from upstanding homes) could be perpetrators of incest.
Within a few years, Freud buckled under this heavy pressure and recanted his conclusions. In their place he proposed the “Oedipus complex,” which became the foundation of modern psychology… Freud used this construct to conclude that the episodes of abuse his clients had revealed to him had never taken place; they were simply fantasies of events the women had wished for… This construct started a hundred-year history in the mental health field of blaming victims for the abuse perpetrated on them and outright discrediting of women’s and children’s reports of mistreatment by men.

― Lundy Bancroft

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read this carve it into your brains permanently etch it into your skulls r e a d  t h i s

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holy shit excuse me but so this has been and is being taught in schools, psych majors was this fact ever brought up?? im so intrigued…

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Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing.

Salvador Dali (via thepaintinghasalifeofitsown)

Existence is not something which lets itself be thought of from a distance: it must invade you suddenly, master you, weigh heavily on your heart like a great motionless beast—or else there is nothing more at all.

Jean-Paul Sartre, from Nausea (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Noé Sendas

Berlin based artist Noé Sendas‘ exploration of loss is a central motif underlying in his repertoire. Noe’s work explores the theoretical and material constructs of the body, the observer’s perception mechanisms and the discursive potential of exhibition methods.

Berlin based artist Noé Sendas‘ exploration of loss is a central motif underlying in his repertoire. Noe’s work explores the theoretical and material constructs of the body, the observer’s perception mechanisms and the discursive potential of exhibition methods.

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…I will have to hold that silence.
There will be no track anymore.
There will be only that peculiar waiting.
There will be nothing to pick up.
There will be nothing.

Anne Sexton, from KE-68018 (via violentwavesofemotion)

What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.

J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
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Birth of a New World, 1941
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Birth of a New World, 1941

Salvador Dali

Men jag ser inte längre någonting: det hjälper inte att jag gräver i mitt förflutna, jag hämtar bara upp fragment av bilder och jag vet inte riktigt vad de föreställer eller om det är minnen eller fiktioner.

Jean-Paul Sartre, Äcklet

I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody.

Sylvia Plath, excerpt of Tulips (via lightatdusk)

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It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

Chuck Palahniuk, Diary (via lunardemons)

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Still Life/ French Novels
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Still Life/ French Novels

Vincent van Gogh - 1888

I am the outskirts of some non-existent town, the long-winded prologue to an unwritten book. I’m nobody, nobody. I don’t know how to feel or think or love. I’m a character in a novel as yet unwritten, hovering in the air and undone before I’ve even existed, amongst the dreams of someone who never quite managed to breathe life into me.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

When I look back, I am so impressed again with the life-giving power of literature. If I were a young person today, trying to gain a sense of myself in the world, I would do that again by reading, just as I did when I was young.

Maya Angelou (via feellng)