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self-compassion: an antidote to shame mb
oh to be sure there is much we do not know. the years pass in their hundreds and their thousands, and what does any man see of life but a few summers, a few winters? we look at mountains and call them eternal, and so they seem... but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, stars fall from the sky, and great cities sink beneath the sea. even gods die, we think. everything changes.
george rr martin. a clash of kings. 1998
So Martin says everything changes. Okay, and I start counting.
My bangs have grown out. I listen to shoegaze music and actually enjoy it. The sun hums, and it is indiscernible from the static between my ears.
When I do go outside, I do not run. The sky is no longer blue and there is none of that epiphanic wind. No hard lines and no clean break. We are not in Revelations.
Now, from the doorway, things are a distant star white, the soft eggshell of an eye. these emulsifying and forgiving grays will still you at the bed’s edge in the early morning diffuse so you can safely take one last look.
Martin says nothing is sacred. You go crazy or learn to love it. We can always rest in this judgmentless gray and that, running headlong into those coriolis chutes to drink the waiting blues.
This intensity
Yup returning to necromancy, I’m so back. And you’re so back, and you’re so back, and you’re so back, and you’re
A Coign Of Vantage, Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema
Emily Dickinson, from her poem titled "1188," featured in The Emergency Poet
“listen to your body” what if my body says do whatever you want all the time
then i!!! fall in!!!!! love !!!!! all the !!! time!
i think getting to know someone is my favorite thing. feeling out their hard edges and smooth endless expanses, their dead ended safety nooks and sudden acute turns. their hidden driveways and easy sloping doom-cliffs. i like getting familiar with the shape of you. i like it when i run into a place i can’t get out of: let me follow your gaze somewhere surprising. i don’t need any explanation; trust i’ll find my way. show me the simplest path across then make the journey hard for me.
I love everything about every single one of these