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“If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.”
— Lemony Snicket
Edgar Allan Poe, from Tamerlane & Other Poems of E. A. P.; “The Sleeper,”
not to sound like a medieval peasant but, cheese and bread. garlic and butter. a menagerie of spices. potatoes. that’s what life is all about right there.
“he’s a red flag” “she’s a green flag” I’m a white flag. I give up bitch
Me at the slightest obstacle because existing alone is exhausting enough
are u ever sick w longing. and i don't just mean romantic longing. i mean longing for a place you barely get to see, longing for friends you no longer have, longing for feelings you might have left behind in your childhood, longing for creativity, longing for a rich and more expansive life, longing for less inhibition. longing for more passion. longing for ur life to be so incandescent w something it thaws all the frost in ur bones. are u ever so consumed w it it rends ur heart in two. do u understand me
this is not just "look out the window and sigh" longing. i'm talking you're at the grocery store and you're suddenly hit w a wave of grief bc you don't have it. you don't have whatever it is you ache so badly to have. you go about your everyday life and yet it throbs under your skin moment by moment, almost as though it has a life of its own. that's the kind of longing i mean.
i always think abt my cousin in greece who's like obsessed with american culture, bc ill say that im going to a barbecue and she'll be like "wow.... a real life american barbecue... will there be red cups?" you bet your ass there'll be red cups. take my hand. have a hot dog. all your dreams can come true here at the real life american barbecue
when anaïs nin said “i want to be able to trust, not live in perpetual self-defense.”
you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out
Abd Al-Wahhab Al-Bayyati, from “Modern Arabic Poetry: An Anthology; ‘The birth of Aisha and her death’, tr. Sargon Boulus and Christopher Middleton.
conditions of love: the philosophy of intimacy
[image text: The point is that even within a good relationship there are continual sources of hurt and disappointment which have to be overcome if love is to survive; their overcoming is actually the growth and development of love. It is, therefore, extremely important that we work with a vision of love which sees problems not as the end of love, not as a sign that love is over, but as the grounds upon which love operates.]
The psychiatrist diagnosed me with divine madness
any other diagnoses you'd like to share?
Autism
this painting came to me in a dream
NO ONE appreciated my joke and its two revisions when i posted it so i’m posting it here
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Marina Tsvetaeva, excerpt from Poem of the End, Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Angela Livingstone)