A nihilistic mess

A secular humanist. A delusional aspiring political theorist. A neo-Marxist at night. Nietzche's mustache in the previous life. Hannah Arendt's cigarette ashes.

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Mother dearest, maybe I wasn't the girl that you wanted. Jokes on you, I have your features. Mother dearest, I don't know why you resent me. Jokes on you, I wasn't the one denying my daughter's rape. Mother dearest, I'm not as sexual as you asserted. Shame on you, a 9-year-old would not fantasize about rape. Would you? Mother dearest, I know you're a victim of marital Rape. I didn't deny it. Jokes on you, I'm a survivor and you're a deluded victim. Mother dearest, you never taught me love or how to love. Jokes on you, my ribcage is made of love and my skin is made of empathy. It wasn't the creation of your beloved God but self-acceptance (I'm in love with a nervous girl and our ribcages have collided together to build a home for us both to dine and wine. We built it with giggles and warm kisses) Mother dearest, my skin is not the same after he touched me. It's beautiful now. Mother dearest, I'm not afraid of intimacy. I long for it. Mother dearest, there's a little misty garden sprouting within my heart -- so misty, I can feel it tickling my ribcage while your heart is clenching to the thought of an unwanted child.

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Where do I sign up for euthanasia program?

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Rukaya Al Zayani, a 27-year-old writer that focuses on Turkish politics, has shared several images with us of her personal Arendt library.

Read what she had to say about her photo in this week’s Library feature: http://ow.ly/Yujyx

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Do you know what it is to dance with rage? That’s what I do inwardly again and again.

Henry Miller, from a letter to Hoki Tokuda Miller (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I can’t forget a thing; emotions no longer replace each other. They seem to accumulate, to pile up and never heal.

Mauvais Sang (1986) dir. by Leos Carax (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Difficult waking. To live is to hurt others, and through others, to hurt oneself.

Albert Camus, from American Journals (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Social constructs

What’s feminism without patriarchy? What’s white supremacy without colonization and imperialism? What’s Marxism without capitalism? What are territories without governments? What’s Social Darwinism without humanity? And what’s existence without absurdity?

[soracities]

I am a trembling in your throats; your words are smeared with my blood.

Adonis, from ‘Psalm’, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)

[duygusalyanim]

“benim en kötü hikayemi, en güvendiğim insanlar yazdı.”

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