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[akindplace]

February goals:

To be in the present

Take one day at a time

Remember baby steps still go a long way

Read a little everyday if it’s possible

Write a little everyday if it is possible

Go on walks and listen to the birds singing

Work out to help with my health whenever it’s possible without pushing myself too hard

Laugh with friends and reach out more

Sleep a little better

Find joy in the small things

Give love in my own soft and vulnerable way and hope it will come back to me

And remain hopeful and not let the harshness of the world make me believe this place is lost

Cope with grief and loss

Never let despair win and crush my hopefulness, it’s not the end yet

[petaltexturedskies]

Something freezes me from my real spirit: is it fear of failure, fear of being vulnerable? I must melt it.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[bhloomest]

[tulipseason]

sentimental value (2025) directed by Joachim Trier really said that generational trauma is fucked up and we may never receive the remorse or reconciliation that we dream of!! but to know each other in ways we’ll never be able to understand, maybe that’s worth something

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Melissa Cox

[mesogeios]

“In the Iliad, the truth of life—however harsh or ironic—prevails over the occasions of feeling. […] “She remembered to eat when she was worn out with weeping.” No other poet, not even Shakespeare, would have run the risk of so humble a truth at such an instant of tragic solemnity.”

— George Steiner, “Homer and the Scholars” from Language and Silence

[toughcookie01]

They said: "time heals" but dostoevsky said, "one never forgets the taste of certain tears."

[petaltexturedskies]

I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and open like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song where it falls down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery; I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know, whoever I was, I was alive for a little while.

Mary Oliver, "Dogfish" in New and Selected Poems

[celebrateeachnewday]

Artist Jane Crowther

[speciesbarocus]

Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein manuscript.

[medusas-daughter]

The Creature calling itself Viktor and following Viktor around is so much more tragic when you know how babies develop and how newborns don't yet realise they and their mothers are two separate people. And one of the first things babies realise about themselves is that they're a whole separate person. And one of the first things they do when they start developing as a person is find out they have hands and play with them and with textures and start exploring. And when they want to start talking, they put their hands and fingers on their parents lips and throats to figure out how that sound is coming out of there and then they start imitating. Guillermo Del Toro nailed every single step of human development in such a beautiful celebration of life.

And Viktor abused the crap out of the poor creature for not being smart enough when it was only following natural developmental milestones. Because, like most men, like his own father, he wanted to create life but he wasn't interested in raising it beyond that and instead wanted it to be born a doctor ready to show the world how smart Viktor is for creating a carbon copy of his brain except in a stronger immortal body. Elizabeth gave him five minutes of love and let him explore how sounds come out of her mouth and he started talking.

Idk why some people are complaining about the movie being different from the book when the essence is literally the same, Viktor created life as if it were a godly feat and not something women have been doing since the dawn of humanity, and then he abandoned that life as deadbeat dads do. And that abandonment is what created a monster out of an innocent souls who could have become a beautiful being had it been nurtured. That's literally what Mary Shelley wrote. She would have been proud of this story. On top of being an incredibly gorgeous visual story, the narrative is very loyal to the point Shelley wanted to make.

[petaltexturedskies]

Something freezes me from my real spirit: is it fear of failure, fear of being vulnerable? I must melt it.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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[petaltexturedskies]

Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don’t want to die.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[thcartierrug]

[c1ittorus]

i know i post sexual shit on here but i don’t actually like talking about sex in my day to day conversations. It’s actually one of the most boring topics tbh I’d much rather hear about your interests, goals, and whether or not you believe in aliens and ghosts. I know you’re horny this is the horny website but do you have actual human emotions beyond lust?