'The cook hates the waiter, and they both hate the customer'... People whose freedom is taken away always end up hating somebody.
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'The cook hates the waiter, and they both hate the customer'... People whose freedom is taken away always end up hating somebody.
Murakami
just because someone desires you does not mean they value you. desire is the kind of thing that eats you and leaves you starving.
Nayyirah Waheed
And tonight our skin, our bones, that have survived our fathers, will meet, delicate in the hold, fastened together in an intricate lock. Then one of us will shout, “My need is more desperate!” and I will eat you slowly with kisses even though the killer in you has gotten out.
Anne Sexton, Love Poems
What kind of love is it that requires an angel and only an angel for its commitment?
Toni Morrison, God Help the Child
They will blow it, she thought. Each will cling to a sad little story of hurt and sorrow-- some long-ago trouble and pain life dumped on their pure and innocent selves. And each one will rewrite that story forever, knowing the plot, guessing the theme, inventing it's meaning and dismissing its origin. What waste. She knew from personal experience how hard loving was, how selfish and how easily sundered. Withholding sex or relying on it, ignoring children or devouring them, rerouting true feelings or locking them out. Youth being the excuse for that fortune-cookie love-- until it wasn't, until it became pure adult stupidity.
Toni Morrison, God Help The Child
The path isn’t a straight line; it’s a Spiral. You continually come back to things you thought you understood and see depeer truths.
Barry H. Gillespie (via psych-facts)
Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write. Get scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but function. Stay inside, go out - I don’t care what you’ll do; but stay scared as hell. You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.
Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1951-1959 (via absea)
disc/onnect
once in a pretty rare while i feel this overwhelming sense of disconnect, like suddenly nothing makes sense and i’m flying in space. nothing on earth makes sense, humans, closeness, intimacy, distance. being around another person, someone i love, makes me want to jump out of my skin. i feel completely disoriented and disenchanted, the earth drops out from under my feet, and new depths of darkness are found. i plummet. trapped in my own head, trapped in my perceptions, blinded by the boundaries of my own skin. feeling fear wrap around my throat and heart. push push push away, crawl in a hole
[then the door buzzer went off and it was you]
11.30.15
i remember feeling a relief from my anguish then. i had been trying to detach, to disappear. i was worried that when you came you would sense how strange i was this evening. how unwilling to exist in my own skin. but being in your presence made me feel less alone, less nervous. i was able to swell back into my skin and be present. at least for a short time. then it all turned worrisome again..
he's already in me..
young Linda Ronstadt is a dream