drink about it

Adina | 20 | Everybody has a chapter they don’t read out loud.

[noosphe-re]

Every attempt to definitively say what language is is subject to a curious limitation. For the only medium with which we can define language is language itself. We are therefore unable to circumscribe the whole of language within our definition. It may be best, then, to leave language undefined, and to thus acknowledge its open-endedness, its mysteriousness. Nevertheless, by paying attention to this mystery we may develop a conscious familiarity with it, a sense of its texture, its habits, its sources of sustenance.

David Abram, The Spell of the Sensuous: Perception and Language in a More-Than-Human World

[femaleavoidant]

Shame is the opposite of art. When you live inside of your shame, everything you see is inadequate and embarrassing. A lifetime of traveling and having adventures and not being tethered to long-term commitments looks empty and pathetic and foolish, through the lens of shame. … Shame turns every emotion into the manifestation of some personality flaw, every casual choice into a giant mistake, every small blunder into a moral failure. Shame means that you’re damned and you’ve accomplished nothing and it’s all downhill from here.

You need to discard some of this shame you’re carrying around all the time. But even if you can’t cast off your shame that quickly, through the lens of art, shame becomes valuable. When you’re curious about your shame instead of afraid of it, you can see the true texture of the day and the richness of the moment, with all of its flaws. You can run your hands along your own self-defeating edges until you get a splinter, and you can pull the splinter out and stare at it and consider it. When you face your shame with an open heart, you’re on a path to art, on a path to finding joy and misery and fear and hope in the folds of your day.

Heather Havrilesky (Ask Polly - “I’m Broke and Mostly Friendless, and I’ve Wasted My Whole Life”)

[quotespile]

“Never had there been a time when sound, color, and feeling hadn’t been intertwined, when a dirty, rolling bass line hadn’t induced violets that suffused him with thick contentment, when the shades of certain chords sliding up to one another hadn’t produced dusty pastels that made him feel like he was cupping a tiny, golden bird. It wasn’t just music but also rumbling trains and rainstorms, occasional voices, a collective din. Colors and textures appeared in front of him, bouncing in time to the rhythm, or he’d get a flash of color in his mind, an automatic sensation of a tone, innate as breathing.”

— Lisa Ko, The Leavers

[smokefalls]

“I like the warm texture of silence, the forgotten corners of it, how it can envelop you in its richness, rub softly against your cheeks.”

—

Omolola Ijeoma Ogunyemi, “messengerRNA” from Jollof Rice and Other Revolutions: A Novel in Interlocking Stories

[heartofmuse]

I am not interested in what can only be seen with my eyes. Let me instead feel the texture, touch the edges, and recognize the shape of the only thing that interests me, the imprint of your soul, for no other shape or form matters more.

e.v.e.

[eatmangoesnekkid]

I know that it doesn't always feel good to receive but everyone who enters your reality is you. You are only meeting aspects yourself throughout life. You are in relationship with yourself. You are perceiving yourself. You are communicating with yourself. You are seeing you through the shapes, textures, and tones of the other. Every single aspect of your reality is you at some level of consciousness and there is really no 'other.' As you continuously surrender into acceptance of the holographic nature of reality, however difficult it may be, life starts to get lighter. You instinctively stop feeling victimized. You naturally stop blaming and shaming. Jealousy begins to fall away. The holographic system is one of the highest frequencies to begin to live by. Crown chakra frequency. Platinum consciousness. -India Ame'ye, Author

[eatmangoesnekkid]

A woman should consider spending many months to years in celibacy— learning, exploring, touching, and listening to the whole entire magical landscape of her female body and what is moving through her on the subtlest layers where she creates reality from. There is so much tissue, texture, and sensation to discover and mystery to uncover. Because the only way she can truly transform her life narratives is to go inside her own body and activate that cleansing fire that releases the debris, so that she becomes the sun, living a life of pleasure, passion, purpose, and deeper meaning. For she was made to shine and flood the house of humanity with her light, sharing her gifts, shamelessly sparkling, and meeting the world’s deepest needs. —India Ame'ye, Author

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“One day it just clicks… You realise what is important and what isn’t, you learn to care less about what other people think of you and care more about what you think of yourself. You realise how far you have come and you remember thinking that things were such a mess they’d never recover and then you smile. You smile because you’re truly proud of the person you have fought to become.”

— Unknown

[hannahgoodall]

ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO’S NEST (dir. Miloš Forman, cinematography by Haskell Wexler and Bill Butler, 1975)

[gabriel-john-utterson]

@demonicslut tagged me in a mid year book rec! thank you so much, this was a great opportunity to remind myself that yes, i have managed to read things this year

i’m just going to tag @robertwalton for whenever he sees this, though of course anyone else is welcome to do this also if they want

[beljar]

I listened to them fade away till all I could hear was my memory of the sound.

Ken Kesey, from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, 1962

[pretonobranco77]

Jack Nicholson One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, 1976

[litsnaps]

[quotespile]

“If you don’t watch it people will force you one way or the other, into doing what they think you should do, or into just being mule-stubborn and doing the opposite out of spite.”

— Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

[litsnaps]

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