“The more I love humanity in general, the less I love man in particular.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
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“The more I love humanity in general, the less I love man in particular.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
“I miss you. I miss talking to you, I miss being a round you. I miss us. But is us even real anymore?”
Because it doesn’t feel like it is. So, tell me. Have we lost us for good ?
“You fuck me up, you really do. Its always hot or cold with you, I never understand what game you’re playing until I realize I’m losing again.”
You tire me out, in the worst way possible.
A-L.F
“I’d die for her but she’s already doing a pretty good gob at killing me herself”
- in conversation with a friend.
“Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.”
— Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace
“All noble things are as difficult as they are rare.”
— Baruch Spinoza, Ethics
“The imagination of a good artist or thinker is productive continually, of good, mediocre and bad things, but his power of judgement, sharpened and practised to the highest degree, rejects, selects, knots together; as we can now see from Beethoven’s notebooks how the most glorious melodies were put together gradually and as it were culled out of many beginnings. […] All the great artists have been great workers, inexhaustible not only in invention but also in rejecting, sifting, transforming, ordering.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human, 155
“Nothing is more dangerous than the influence of private interests in public affairs.”
— Jean-Jacques Rousseau, The Social Contract
“There is nothing more necessary than truth; in comparison with it, everything else has only secondary value.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science
“If middle-class society is decaying, if we have got into a blind alley from which we cannot emerge without attacking past institutions with torch and hatchet, it is precisely because we have given too much to counting. It is because we have let ourselves be influenced into giving only to receive. It is because we have aimed at turning society into a commercial company based on debit and credit.”
— Peter Kropotkin, The Conquest of Bread
Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “What I couldn’t explain via text”
[Text ID: “I still don’t know how / to love someone / without swallowing them.”]
having so much love in your heart is beautiful and amazing right up until you’re alone in your bedroom clutching at your chest and whimpering like a wounded dog
every time i start to feel cringe for being too deep in the hyperfixation i remember the intense depression i have waded through and have to remind myself that enjoyment is fleeting (so grab it with both hands), and life is for loving (so hold that love close), and if anyone thinks i’m cringe they must not be having a very good time (and i hope they can find a good time soon).
“One of the benefits that oppression secures for the oppressor is that the humblest among them feels superior.”
— Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex
the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
i will no longer be embarrassed i will no longer be a victim of insecurity i will no longer plague my mind with worries i exist i am allowed to exist i am allowed to take up space i will not let others dictate my experience i will live i will live i will live
“In the course of general acceleration and hyperactivity we are also losing the capacity for rage. Rage has a characteristic temporality incompatible with generalized acceleration and hyperactivity, which admit no breadth of time. The future shortens into a protracted present. It lacks all negativity, which would permit one to look at the Other. In contrast, rage puts the present as a whole into question. It presupposes an interrupting pause in the present… The general distraction afflicting contemporary society does not allow the emphasis and energy of rage to arise. Rage is the capacity to interrupt a given state and make a new state begin. Today it is yielding more and more to offense or annoyance, “having a beef”, which proves incapable of effecting decisive change.”
— Byung-chul Han, The Burnout Society