"Intimate activity intricately entwines the auric energies between two people. Sex creates a powerful exchange of auric energy between those involved. These connections and debris are left upon the aura for a long time because they are not easily cleansed or balanced. ‘Casual sex’ with a lot of people can entwine the energies of a lot of people into your own aura if they are not severed and cleansed. This type of cluttered aura can be felt by other people aware of the subtle energies. The longer and more intimate the contact with another person, the more powerful the interactions of the auric fields become and the harder it is for these connections to untangle and leave."
Maybe people stopped believing this and the aforementioned debris left upon the aura changed form, became physical, pervasive and deadly. I don’t mean to reduce the gravity of sexually transmitted diseases and the devastation that is the AIDS pandemic, but it really is an interesting way to look at it.
Found these old pics, this velvet dress stayed on my brain for DAYS after the shoot. It was for my pal Amy’s online vintage collection, Lost & Found. The next collection will be out now now, check out her wonderful blog LittleMissConceptions and like the Facebook page here. Promise promise, you’ll luuuuurve her stuff.
If it’s true curiosity killed the cat, then I suggest we revere that cat as a sort of Christ-figure who died so that we may experience the glory of curiosity in all its bookstore-hopscotching endless-Wikipedia-loop-inspiring glory. Thanks, cat. Because of you I can buy records by the people who influenced the people whose records I already liked, and to go back and back and back like that until I find, not the “source,” exactly, but a sort of vista from which I can see just how much great stuff there is and how endless and wonderful the search is going to be, and do all that without worrying that I’m going to fall from the vista and gore myself on a pile of broken, jagged CDs.
No one throws out “curious” as a self-descriptive adjective when they are trying to be impressive, but I think they ought to. You don’t see “curious” in a whole lot of dating profiles unless it’s proceeded by the prefix “bi-” which, good for you, but it’s not exactly the kind of curiosity I’m describing here.
“Impulsive” is usually a shoddy back-justification for irresponsibility, selfishness, or actual instability.
“Nerdy” pretty much just means “I like the same twelve things everybody else likes” when at one point it maybe meant a curious, all-consuming approach towards culture. Even “smart” as a self-descriptive adjective has really just come to mean “I like the things I am told smart people like, and I while I actually am smart myself, SEEMING smart is even more important to me than BEING smart.” It sort of comes down to toting the book around to be seen toting the book around versus toting the book around so you can enjoy it, finish it, and start toting around another one, and another one, and another one.
“Curious” is a lifestyle, if you will allow me to sound like a shoe commercial for one second. It’s a journey, not a destination, as long as I am going to be sounding like a shoe commercial in order to say things I actually mean. It’s not checking things off the list. It’s writing the list and realizing there will never, ever be a piece of paper long enough to contain it. ”Curious” is fucking cool.
Curiosity is one of the hallmarks of actual interesting people, as opposed to “interesting” people, people who make for excellent fashion blogs and mediocre humans. The more I think about it, the more I feel like plain old genuine curiosity is the antidote to the creeping Internet-borne conviction that nothing that has not already been brought (strobe-lit and booming) to our attention is worth our attention.
David Mamet said interested people are interesting. I’d like to add that, in much that same way, curious people are the only people worth being curious about. ~ DC Pierson
I’ve been thinking this for the longest time, David Mamet’s words play on my brain daily. I’m grateful for DC having put this into words this way. It is comfortingly reaffirming, his words are like irreverent magic to me.
"A child-like man is not a man whose development has been arrested; on the contrary, he is a man who has given himself a chance of continuing to develop long after most adults have muffled themselves in the cocoon of middle-aged habit and convention." ~ Aldous Huxley
"I think we ought to only read the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us. That is my belief." ~ Franz Kafka, 1904
Yes. God willing, this is I want to come out of me, exactly this kind of book.
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’"
”..you’re putting into words so much that has to be addressed. From the whimsical indulgences of youthful idealism to the mature engagement of issues on a very realistic and informed level. Our generation has hope because of the consciousness of people like you.” ~ Keith Gotha
Daunting and beautiful words from a beautiful mind. I hope that I can continue making people feel that way with this lil tumblr of mine.
"Don’t be the kind of person who goes, ‘I don’t get it. Explain it to me.’ Be the kind of person who goes, ‘I don’t get it. I shall endeavor to be the kind of person who ‘gets’ more stuff from now on.’ "
Hey Cancer, my Grandma is too cool for you. Now GTFOH.
WHOAH guys we got a skrik this weekend! My grandmother (Ma) was admitted for a not so serious problem BUT now this woman is bionic woman no jokes. She’s had tumors, a stroke, cancer, died and came alive (no jokes, they switched the machines off and she showed them flames coming back to life) so like we’re pretty much convinced that she is going to live forever. This time though was a bit scary because she is getting on in years and when your 70 something year old Ma with a history of cancer gets rushed to hospital with doctors freaking out about the return of the cancer, you naturally freak out too. BUT, God is good and my Ma is cancer free. Shiiiiit we did happy dances on a rain-drenched rooftop in Joburg’s CBD after hearing THAT bit of good news. Best part is, the woman is SUCH a soldier, so strong and so brave and so chirpy, with (almost) all her wits about her. When the nurses asked her what she is allergic to, without skipping a beat, she pointed to my mother and aunt and said “Those two over there! Somebody send them home to leave me in peace!” So basically, I’m pretty happy today, thank you Lord.
P.S. She’s at a hospital somewhere in Midrand, I dont think she wants to come home. It actually looks like a resort, Zen gardens all over that joint. After visiting her to do manicures nstuff, my retard brother immediately demanded that in the event of anything happening to him (God forbid), he better get sent STRAIGHT there.
At this juncture, I would be very grateful if I could just run out of niceness. Just throw it all at somebody/thing so that there is absolutely nothing left for anybody else. I would be very happy if the inclination to be nice just went away with all the niceness too because being nice and not getting it back just reminds me that the world eats nice people. Either gobbles em whole without even chewing first or masticates slowly like a cow till they’re worn down and tasteless. Gross.