Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "The Waves," originally published in 1931
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Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "The Waves," originally published in 1931
One day you’ll have whatever it is you’re now so confusedly seeking. That kind of calm that comes from knowing oneself and others. But you can’t rush the arrival of that state of mind. There are things you only learn when no one teaches them. And that’s how it is with life. There’s even more beauty in discovering it for yourself, in spite of the suffering.
Clarice Lispector, from "Gertrudes Asks for Advice" in The Complete Stories
whether it is learning about south korean culture or reading about transgender existence, saddest part is that it was all just me by myself, trying to bridge the gap over silence, trying to fabricate closeness where there was only emptiness. closure is a fake word for people addicted to relationships.
not normie enough to fit in but not fringe enough to lean into being a freak, worst of both worlds, pure liminality, just the weird coworker, and unrelatable classmate. and your mutual
Was there a picture of shinya wearing "we all should be feminists" shirt or was it a fever dream? Pls help me find it 👉👈
Spring Lake Gazette, New Jersey, November 23, 1939
i need to move out so bad. like i've been organizing my stuff so it'd be easier to move even though i have no clue where i am going. i want to move abroad so bad. to start over. idk if that's the right thing to do either. i just have this feeling of simultaneously rotting and suffocating quietly away in this place. sometimes i wish i believed in god so i could ask for guidance. but as you know how the saying goes, the most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent
i also realized i've basically stopped writing which i used to do regularly always before so i try to get back to it again. i used to dream about writing for living but now also that dream is gone. all i know i want to be happy and i have no idea where my home is
i try to find comfort in the fact no truth seeker had a clear path ahead of them. i have always chosen honesty over comfort.
It is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
Jorge Luis Borges
at times when hope is too big of a thing to have, curiosity (even clinical or small) is a very good placeholder
asking myself "why continue" & finding the answer is always, in some form, "i want to know what happens next", even if that want is tired or detached or outright morbid
im almost 30 soon and the girl who used to give me social anxiety in high scool because she was so well-put together and styled down to her socks now takes photographs for vogue. some roles in life simply don't change.
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Edmund Burke, A Philosophical Inquiry into the Origin of our Ideas of the Sublime and Beautiful
“be mindful and present, live in the moment”
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I dont think I gave up on the dream, the dream gave up on me