Bethan,
She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water’s deeper than you think and there’s nothing there.
— Julia Gregson, East of the Sun (via illusionsvk)
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Do not ignore it. Fuck it. Cry your heart out. Then fuck it some more.
— Charles Bukowski, from Selected Letters Vol. 4 (via deaths-and-entrances)
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Tracey Emin - My Bed (1998)
The artist’s bed, presented in the state she claimed it had been while in the midst of a suicidial depression brought on by relationship difficulties. Empty booze bottles, cigarette butts, stained sheets, worn panties, “the bloody aftermath of a nervous breakdown”, My Bed was a scandalous installation in its day and though it wasn’t the winner of the Turner Prize, its notoriety has persisted.
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