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@colemeanitch
Migration
I have decided to move to here. Since, I thought it’s best to leave all my teenage angsty past behind.
Of course it is to move on to a more sophisticated angsty future.
I’ve tried writing but I’m no good with words alone. I can’t do any of this serious wordy nonsense. Also, I’m too afraid to share my opinions. What a nancy. So I’m sticking with the same format of this blog. Pictures and words without a horrible archive.
Alright.
The end.
It's not that he's the sort of man who gives up and dies; he doesn't want her to think that. But it's actually wrong, all this. She married him. And now he doesn't quite know how to carry on without the tip of her nose in the pit between his throat and his shoulder. That's all.
A Man Called Ove
'I feel so much loss, Ove. Loss, as if my heart was beating outside my body.' They stood in silence for a long time, with their arms around each other. And at long last she lifted her face towards his, and looked into his eyes with great seriousness. 'You have to love me twice as much now,' she said. And then Ove lied to her for the second - and last - time: he said that he would. Even though he knew it wasn't possible for him to love her any more than he already did.
A Man Called Ove, Fredrik Backman
It is okay if you are not able to see my pain. It is not okay to say that my pain is in my head.
MacKenzie Kench
As someone who can look at humanity from the outside, I see your amazing strengths, your stubborn nobility, your greatness and your kindness and your generosity and your willingness to aspire, to sacrifice, to struggle over the mountaintop no matter how big the boulders are coming your way. I am blinded by the light that burns inside every one of you. In that light, one truth emerges: if the word ‘super’ is to be applied to anyone, it should be applied to all of you, to all of mankind. Against that power, against that truth… I’m just a man.
Superman: Earth One
I am not dead.
If anyone still cares.
Sudden unexpected death in infants is what it is - it is sudden and it is unexpected.
Doctor (Witness)
Spellman: Whom do you hope to draw from in organizing this political movement - what kind of people? Malcolm: All - we're flexible - a variety. But our accent will be upon youth. We've already issued a call for the students in the colleges and universities across the country to launch their own independent studies of the race problem in the country and then bring back their analyses and their suggestions for a new approach back to us so that we can devise an action program geared to their thinking. The accent is on youth because the youth have less stake in this corrupt system and therefore can look at it more objectively, whereas the adults usually have a stake in this corrupt system and they lose their ability to look at it objectively because of their stake in it.
All of my kindness is taken for weakness.
Rihanna
Kris: Use your right leg! No, your other right leg!
Me: What do you mean?! I only have one right leg!!!
You make me feel less cynical
“What inspires your art?”
I’ve gotten a few of these in my life, when I say few, I mean one. OK, twice from the same person. Often, my replies consist of a shrug and low guttural sounds.
Now that I’ve had at least a year to think about it, I realise most of my art comes from my mistakes. e.g. I misheard something, trip over a guy, mis-seen something. Apart from being a total klutz physically, sometimes I wonder if I’m a bit dyslexic.
So today I saw a piece of typography art, “RISE UP & start the day with ENTHUSIASM!” printed on a colourful flowery background. I recoiled a little, quite horrified, start the day with euthanasia?? It took me three reads before I managed to pronounce the word enthusiasm. And no, it’s close but they are not anagrams of each other.
Usually people will talk to me in a very disparaging tone. Not cool, bruh. Not cool.
It is power, not number, that creates the conditions in which persecution may occur.
Gleeson CJ
Day 1: Your responsibilities grew. I'm hardly surprised.
“Why shouldn't I hate her? She did the worst thing to me that anyone can do to anyone else. Let them believe that they're loved and wanted and then show them that it's all a sham.”
Agatha Christie
