"Love abjures in order to adore. It burns in your breast and the world is burned."
― Hélène Cixous, Stigmata: Escaping Texts
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"Love abjures in order to adore. It burns in your breast and the world is burned."
― Hélène Cixous, Stigmata: Escaping Texts
May 30.
She's the one I want to share special moments with.
May 23.
Realizing you love someone manifests in small ways, like instinctively picturing her in futures that once belonged only to you.
May 23.
Moral absolutism is disgusting.
May 23.
I felt my heart sink into my chest. Is this just one of those random anxiousness?
May 17.
I get it now. The cold's coming back again and I wish this time I could be more selfish, except I cannot.
May 10.
I'm such a sensitive soul. My emotional state affects my body instantly. Who else wraps themselves in blankets even in the middle of summer?
May 7.
Random "I love yous" are scary. What crossed your mind to say that out of nowhere?
May 7.
It icks me out when my younger sister starts getting the same comments I’ve been getting for years, as if we chose to be scrawny. For goodness’ sake, she’s just six.
May 4.
Fragments are easy to romanticize.
May 3.
Secondhand blues.
May 1.
I'm going to be productive tomorrow, and, perhaps, feel less disgusted with myself.
April 29.
Closed mouths don't get fed.
April 27.
April, you're so full of tears.
April 24.
I've never been so curious about what goes on in another person's mind until I met her.
April 24.
There’s a sense of dread that comes after realizing how long you were trapped somewhere you should never have been kept. Now I'm one step out, lost in a daze, struggling to find my footing, and grieving the years that should have been used to build myself.
I mourn my freedom, and my fragile sense of self.
April 23.
Everybody's getting older except for me. And it feels pathetic. Too pathetic.