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I no longer associate myself with the poets because I write, i associate myself with them because I'm glorifying the pain.
A black cat crossing your path is actually good luck on account of you get to see a cat
“We all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.”
— Unknown
that comment about how you should not borrow grief from the future has saved me multiple times from spiraling into an inescapable state of anxiety. like every time i find myself thinking about how something in the future could go wrong i remember that comment and i think to myself: well i never know, it might get better. it might not even happen the way i think it will and if it does happen and it is sad and bad ill be sad about it then, when it happens. and it’s somehow soo freeing
I no longer associate myself with the poets because I write, i associate myself with them because I'm glorifying the pain.
Mere seconds of your absence stretched longer than the entirety of my existence.
A dead heart weighs more than a living, functioning one.
There were footprints from your departure that I couldn't erase
And I left the door a little cracked, afraid that if you decided to walk in someday, you might not love me enough to break a locked door.
Words claw up my throat, to set them free
But to let them out is to put myself out of this misery
So I clench my teeth so hard and swallow them back inside
For, I like the pain
So I grind my molars together, grinding them to dust.
H.P. Blavatsky, from Isis Unveiled (Vol. 1 & 2): A Master-Key to the Mysteries of Ancient and Modern Science and Theology
Text ID: As above, so it is below. That which has been, will return again. As in heaven, so on earth.
“Am I free? There is some thing still holding me. Or am I holding it?”
— Clarice Lispector, tr. by Stefan Tobler, from Água Viva
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
but why is the final act of love always letting go?
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i wanna drown myself so that I'd think only about taking my next gasp of air and nothing about these stupid voices in my head. Fighting for a gulp of air sounds far more peaceful at this point
And at the end of the day, I stood at the crossroads still looking for my home.