the art of life

Jul 25

“Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire. The emotion derives from a double contact: on the one hand, a whole activity of discourse discreetly, indirectly focuses upon a single signified, which is “I desire you,” and releases, nourishes, ramifies it to the point of explosion (language experiences orgasm upon touching itself); on the other hand, I enwrap the other in my words, I caress, brush against, talk up this contact, I extend myself to make the commentary to which I submit the relation endure.” — Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments  

 

 

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Apparently this one is a rude motherfucker. But I still love ya. 

Apparently this one is a rude motherfucker. But I still love ya. 

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Jul 24

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The Windows

The Windows

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