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one last painful kiss

[persianmom-deactivated20260602]

[funeral]

Some lives are hit with catastrophic trauma over and over again; then trauma, with its concomitant strategies of survival, becomes a chronic condition. Defenses and denial become second nature; traumatic repetition becomes second nature. Trauma as a mode of being violently halts the flow of time, fractures the self, and punctures memory and language. And then there are those afflicted by what Freud called “Schicksalsneurose,” that is, a “fate neurosis,” who seem to be living under a bad spell, haunted by a curse that often precedes their lives, an ancestral curse perhaps, hidden and intangible, relegated to secrecy and silence.

Gabriel Schwab, Haunting Legacies: Violent Histories and Transgenerational Trauma

[recondaughter]

[dreamful]

13DE MARZO Bunny Scarf ᘏ⑅ᘏ 🎀

[thatsbelievable]

[therisingfog]

[beguines]

People sometimes say that God becomes clearer in moments of suffering, but this is not necessarily true. What becomes clear is one's longing for God. Everything is stripped away, and very little else seems to matter.

Miroslav Volf and Christian Wiman, Glimmerings: Letters on Faith Between a Poet and a Theologian

[jennyhoelzer-deactivated2016120]

[butchfever]

[tkkatherineblog]

[locketlies]

Nitroplus Blasterz: Heroines Infinite Duel ; 2015

[ex-covid-haver-deactivated20231]

“Humanity’s self-alienation has reached such a degree that it can experience its own destruction as an aesthetic pleasure of the first order.”

— Walter Benjamin, “The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction,“ 1936 (via infiniteradius)

[feignedremote]

Common Frank Bidart banger (from "In the Ruins," in Half-Light: Collected Poems 1965-2016)

[weltenwellen]

Alex Dimitrov, “Poem Written in a Cab”, Love and Other Poems

[wovi]

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the ladies’ home journal, sept 1948

[antigonick]

When he was badly hurt he had this instinct for solitude. To him, there was something private about death—so that, if he had to die, he tried to get a chance of doing it by himself.

—T. H. White, The Ill-Made Knight, in The Once and Future King

[huckleberryhal]

Mary Oliver in “Dog Songs”