“When the starry sky, a vista of open seas or a stained glass window shedding purple beams fascinate me, there is a cluster of meaning, of colors, of words, of caresses, there are light touches, scents, sighs, cadences that arise, shroud me, carry me away, and sweep me beyond the things that I see, hear, or think. The ‘sublime’ object dissolves in the raptures of a bottomless memory. It is such a memory, which, from stopping point to stopping point, remembrance to remembrance, love to love, transfers that object to the refulgent point of the dazzlement in which I stray in order to be.”
– Julia Kristeva, Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection, trans. Leon S. Roudiez
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My name's Alicia and I'm 17 years old. I'm from Montreal, Canada and I'm half Italian, half Polish.
What I blog about depends on my mood so I have no particular style.
I couldn't care less if you talk shit about me but as soon as you start running your mouth about my friends or family, you're dead. I might seem all cheerful and happy on the outside but inside, I really am all dark and twisty. I haven't been happy in the longest time but I do my best to stay alive and go with the flow.
I'm always open to giving advice, anon or not so come talk to me whenever you need to!
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