Yeah, after Yale I went to serve in the McDonalds diplomatic corps
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Yeah, after Yale I went to serve in the McDonalds diplomatic corps
recently at a bar someone told me i seem like id have a lot of pdfs
men don’t like football the way i do they just don’t get it
“The mystic Simone Weil wrote to a friend on another continent, ‘Let us love this distance, which is thoroughly woven with friendship, since those who do not love each other are not separated.’ For Weil, love is the atmosphere that fills and colors the distance between herself and her friend. Even when that friend arrives on the doorstep, something remains impossibly remote: when you step forward to embrace them your arms are wrapped around mystery, around the unknowable, around that which cannot be possessed.”
— Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
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James Schuyler, “Up,” in Collected Poems
if i’m gonna be forced to exist i might as well be silly about it
i know it'll pass but. can it pass a little quicker thanks
Home after a good day with my friends. Obviously, that means my brain is going to throw those sad girl hours like a brick at me.
pioneering something called "gritted teeth optimism" where everything is gonna turn out okay even if i have to bite and claw and gnash my way through it
— March 13, 1915 / Franz Kafka diaries
anyone need to just sleep just sleep just sleep just sleep forever and ever and ever and ever forever forever forever forever and ever and ever and ever forever
the commodification of friendship is the most annoying thing to come out of the internet in ages. like actually i love to break this to you but you're supposed to help your friends move even if it's hard work. or stay up with them when they're sad even if you're gonna lose sleep. you're supposed to listen to their fears and sorrows even if it means your own mind takes on a little bit of that weight. that's how you know that you care. they will drive you to the airport and then you will make them soup when they're sick. you're supposed to make small sacrifices for them and they are supposed to do that for you. and there's actually gonna be rough patches for both of you where the balance will be uneven and you will still be friends and it will not be unhealthy and they will not be abusive. life is not meant to be an endless prioritization of our own comfort if it was we would literally never get anywhere ever. jesus.
When oh when will I stop getting disappointed at someone else being chosen over me......no way I still delude myself and get hurt when they eventually choose someone else.