I found peace when I realized people are at war with themselves, not me.

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I found peace when I realized people are at war with themselves, not me.
“As far as words go, ‘crying’ is louder and 'weeping’ is wetter. When people explain the difference between the two to English-language learners they say that weeping is more formal, can sound archaic in everyday speech. You can hear this in their past tenses—the plainness of 'cried’, the velvet cloak of 'wept’. I remember arguing once with a teacher who insisted 'dreamt’ was incorrect, dreamed the only proper option. She was wrong, of course, in both philological and moral ways, and ever since I’ve felt a peculiar attachment to the t’s of the past: weep, wept, sleep, slept, leave, left. There’s a finality there, a quiet completion, of which ’d’ has never dreamt.”
— Heather Christle, from The Crying Book
by Anaïs Nin
David Mitchell, Slade House
small gestures can be just as touching as big ones. someone remembering your favorite song or holding your hand while walking or just generally being content to exist in your presence because that’s what makes them the happiest
Effi Briest, Rainer Werner Fassbinder, 1974
But many relationships are just a complicated form of loneliness.
Yes, there is a place / where someone loves you both before / and after they learn what you are.
Neil Hilborn, "Lake", The Future
loving someone takes more than just love
Empress Yamatohime, tr. by Kenneth Rexroth, from Written on the Sky; Poems from the Japanese
Everybody shut up I'm sinking into a daydream universe where I'm loved and nothing is wrong
me??? horny??? needy??? yeah, constantly
Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947