enduring & defying

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this is a cultivation of my quiet joy—feel free to take whatever you need to create yours ♡

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she/they, 20+, entp

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create something in my workshop (tricksterpaint)

: ̗̀➛ a sword

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if you were a ghost, where would your guiding spirit haunt? (josieleonides)

: ̗̀➛ the forest; warmth in winter

[antigonick]

“How can I celebrate love, now that I know what it does?”

— Gregory Orr, Introduction to Orpheus & Eurydice

[metamorphesque]

fyodor dostoevsky (the brothers karamazov), charles bukowski (a vote for the gentle light)

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czesław miłosz, from the poem "hope"

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which season of a show are you? (alphanumeric)

: ̗̀➛ season 1

[metamorphesque]

These lines (first from the films, thereafter from the books) taught me something profoundly essential about how to be there for a friend, a lover, or a loved one when they are consumed by despair, weighed down by grief, or overwhelmed by the weight of mental torment. It taught me that some burdens are sacredly personal; untransferable tasks that each of us must face in our own time and way.

Yet, while we cannot take their pain or carry their burden for them (no matter how much we wish we could), there is something else we can do. While we cannot lift their burden, we can lift them. We can carry their weary body, their weary heart, as they bear the weight of their pain. In doing so, we offer them a sanctuary — a place of care and safety, where they can begin to confront their hurt without the fear of being alone in its gaze.

While the pain may be theirs to bear, the journey through it need not be traveled in solitude.

John Ronald Reuel Tolkien, I love you.

[thingsworthsaving]

The longer I live, the more deeply I learn that love — whether we call it friendship or family or romance — is the work of mirroring and magnifying each other’s light. Gentle work. Steadfast work. Life-saving work in those moments when life and shame and sorrow occlude our own light from our view, but there is still a clear-eyed loving person to beam it back. In our best moments, we are that person for another.

-James Baldwin

[firstfullmoon]

Richard Siken, “The List”

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let me assign you an affection language (aandhi)

: ̗̀➛ an undoing influence

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which subtle way of saying "i love you" are you? (pickledprose / @hecatesbroom)

: ̗̀➛ “i’ll wait for you.”

[metamorphesque]

"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)

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what did love turn you into? (eurithesea)

: ̗̀➛ the sweet aroma and stram of freshly made hot chocolate

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there is a painting of a group of people, standing together, all dressed in black. who are you? (starlessrequiem)

: ̗̀➛ the disappearer

[auquiz]

what do you need to feel okay? by harmonious on uquiz

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: ̗̀➛ watch a studio ghibli movie and drink hot chocolate

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Who are you? (zeeth)

: ̗̀➛ the blade

[metamorphesque]

"Impossible", Mher Arshakyan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)