Chaand. Chaand? Him. It is him.
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Chaand. Chaand? Him. It is him.
"If you crush a cockroach, you're a hero. If you crush a beautiful butterfly, you're a villain. Morals have aesthetic criteria."
~ Nietzsche
07.09.23 ⭐︎ 32/100 days of productivity
who needs a pomodoro timer when you’ve got a cat that sits on your work and demands you take a break every ~40 mins instead?
the idea that your friends won't like you if you're too weird is wrong for example one time I told a friend whenever I was losing my mind I laid down on the floor under my desk and stared at it until I was better and next time she visited me she taped a bag of salami snacks to the underside of my desk with a message saying "going insane all by yourself, handsome?" which I only saw months later when I had a breakdown. that's friendship.
— Antonio Porchia, from “Voices.”
The tenderness of a hug.
Another person wanting to be so close to you that they can't let any space come in between or just to show that they care about as well as accept the whole of you: each freckle and flaw, all your sublimities. Or to let the one embraced know that they're not alone, that you're there to protect them from the shitty place this world is. Or because they're scared, tired and need to gain their bearings and you're the pillar they chose to lean on. Or because they're freezing to the bones and just need to feel your glowing warmth or that they want to share their warmth with you even if you do not need it. Or just to let you know that they're glad you're here. Or or or... Ah the intimacy of a Lil hug and all its meanings!
Telling someone you love them without saying it
Herakles by Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson) // personal text // Work Song by Hozier // The Flesh I burned by @ritikajyala // twitter post by Heather Christle then reposted by @firstfullmoon // personal text // Orestes by Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson) // Karaoke by Beach Bunny
Jonathan Carroll
“Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.”
— Chuck Palahniuk, Diary
April Concept: Early mornings, soft and sweet musical accompaniment to mundane activities, keeping my spaces clean and clear, floral scents, comfy clothing, candlelight in my bedroom, protecting my energy and privacy, yoga and gym, tuning in spiritually, keeping myself sacred and regulating my interactions, womb and skin healing, practicing habits that set me up for success, working smart and practicing discernment, romantic date nights, choosing peace, evening study sessions in the library, processing through journaling, staying hydrated and remaining soft.
ancient greek word of the day: ἀστράρχη (astrarchē), queen of stars, epithet of the moon
Think of me when the moon’s glow caresses your skin
what an electrifying line
part of accepting love for me also requires accepting grief, dissolution. my pets will die, my friends may drift from me, lovers may have a change of heart. none of it makes the love in vain. part of accepting love is accepting movement. but love is mostly letting myself get lost in the moment, i am learning. letting myself be fully alive in the now. i dont always need to think that far ahead all the time. the potential exists now.
accepting grief, dissolution. my pets will die, my friends may drift from me, lovers may have a change of heart.
I want to read you like a thriller
run my fingers down your every line
breathless devour your every page
curl my hands around your spine
never stop reminding your girl how much you want her
never stop reminding your boy how much you want him
Literature is my escape realm.
Clouds of Rho Ophiuchi