I do not need your apology.
Apologize to the many pages in my journal that I can no longer write in because they are filled with you.

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@mindfulhavens
I do not need your apology.
Apologize to the many pages in my journal that I can no longer write in because they are filled with you.
“Hail, child of clay- son of the devil.
Welcome.”
- Christopher Ruocchio, Howling Dark
"you should be at the club" i should be by the sea. i should be in the mountains. i should be at the moon. i should be awestruck and rendered speechless by the majesty of the natural world. if you even care.
Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.
David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas.
support her dreams and give her crying orgasms.
This.....
I was thinking that even if I believed that life was pointless,
lost faith in the woman I loved,
lost faith in the order of things,
or even became convinced that I was surrounded by a disorderly,
evil,
perhaps devil-made chaos,
even if I were completely overcome by the horrors of human despair—
I would still want to live on;
once I have started drinking from this cup, I won't put it down until I have emptied it to the last drop.
It's quite possible, though, that by the time I'm thirty I will have tossed away the cup without really having finished it, and I will go off in who knows what direction.
I know for sure that until then my youth will have overcome everything-every disappointment,
every disgust caused by life.
Many times I've asked myself whether there is anything in the world that could crush
my frantic, indecent appetite for life,
and have decided that it looks as though nothing of the sort exists.
To My Precious Students,
In your 20s you’ll feel like you’re losing the race.
It is important to understand that there is no race.
Attend to your ambitions.
The Professor’s that I’ve had seemed to have none. I believe it is an implicit rule of professionalism, that one must never share their hunger with those they teach.
But I find myself unable to be a mouthpiece that simply reproduces information.
My teaching style does not submit to gravity.
I want everything.
And I want you to want everything too.
"Be not as you are, but as you should be"
and I pray, and I hope.
Text ID:
“I desire violently— and I wait.”
End of ID.
You aren’t related to the person you are marrying. But they become your family. Your stories intertwine. There’s something more than a social contract, almost sacred that indicates this person is more than a love interest and that at the point, even more important than blood.
And so blood is being born into a shared story, while marriage is choosing who to share that story with and how the two of you choose to continue your stories.
Every relationship is a sort of shared story. https://open.substack.com/pub/overthinkingnewsletter/p/what-is-family?r=205al7&utm_medium=ios
My cousin Brianna is the family member who reminds me most of myself.