Rachael Prensner

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Twitter: @textingcasualty

“Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.”

—   Percy Bysshe Shelley (via rabbitinthemoon)

On Depression


Depression is really fucking boring.

There; I said it. It’s boring. There’s no real sex appeal in being fucked up, no matter how compelling it may have seemed in Girl, Interrupted. There’s no brightly burning blaze of creativity or a deep insight into the human condition. It’s actually…

thinking more and more lately how badly everyone talks about depression

Jon Hopkins - Breathe This Air (feat. Purity Ring)

I sleep and I wish for not a thing at all.

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What I’d Wear : The Outfit Database
(source : Class is Eternal )

“Woolf often conceives of life this way: as a gift that you’ve been given, which you must hold onto and treasure but never open. Opening it would dispel the atmosphere, ruin the radiance—and the radiance of life is what makes it worth living. It’s hard to say just what holding onto life without looking at it might mean; that’s one of the puzzles of her books. But it has something to do with preserving life’s mystery; with leaving certain things undescribed, unspecified, and unknown; with savoring certain emotions, such as curiosity, surprise, desire, and anticipation. It depends on an intensified sense of life’s preciousness and fragility, and on a Heisenberg-like notion that, when it comes to our most abstract and spiritual intuitions, looking too closely changes what we feel. It has to do, in other words, with a kind of inner privacy, by means of which you shield yourself not just from others’ prying eyes, but from your own. Call it an artist’s sense of privacy.”


Joshua Rothman's New Yorker essay on Virginia Woolf’s idea of privacy is the best thing I’ve read in ages. 

It rings especially poignant in the context of her own conflicted inner life, from her exuberant appreciation of the world’s beauty to her intense capacity for love to the deathly despair of her suicide letter.

Do yourself a favor and read Rothman’s full essay here.

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“Had my piano teacher scrawled, ‘Play one wrong note and you die’ across my sheet music in addition to her helpful but not particularly inspirational fingering suggestions, I probably would have practiced more diligently.”

“I am not what happened to me. I am who I choose to become.”

—   Carl Jung (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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ART: Hip Hop x High Art = Fly Art

Fly Art, a Tumblr account created by students Gisella Velasco and Toni Potenciano has been perfectly mixing popular rap lyrics and Renaissance paintings since December 2013 and we only can hope that they never stop. 

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