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honestly theres always been something really wrong with me but whatever
Yannis Ritsos, trans. by Kimon Friar, from a poem featured in "Erotica: Love Poems,"
— Mary Kate Teske
I'm convinced it is fear put into action.
— Franz Kafka // Richard Siken
— Traci Brimhall, Dear Eros
Whenever an ugly feeling arises in me, maybe resent, greed, insecurity, etc. I just have to laugh and think to myself, this is what being alive is and I don’t deny my capacity for ugliness, in fact I store my faith in it because that same awareness of my own ugliness is the place I go to when I am aware of my own beauty. I have all the time in the world to sort it out, that’s the thing with self trust. I don’t hide from others and I don’t hide from myself, where there is ugliness I observe it and I don’t turn away.
People who deny their own ugliness, turn away from it, find shame in it and then pretend that they aren’t ashamed are the ones with the deepest capacity for cruelty. Time to see yourself clearly and move forward anyways.
oh ok
I proved to myself that I haven't gotten over him even after two and a half years. I've been thinking about him for a few days now. I couldn't find him on facebook anymore but our chat is still there. And nope, I still don't have the strength to read everything again.
Kaveh Akbar, from “Personal Inventory: Fearless (Temporis Fila)”, Calling a Wolf a Wolf
There’s something so raw about classic literature
How does this strange man from centuries ago,
With a life so very different than mine,
Know how to put my suffering into words?
i gotta remember this
I want to feel loved and wanted.