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—Ari Aster, Midsommar (2019) Script
"बावरे से इस जहां मैं, बावरा एक साथ हो। "
Tumblr is not a social media, it's an online psych ward.
I was having a discussion with my 'amma' and she said:
"Har insaan ka apna ayina hota hai , jiske pas jo ayina hoga usko wahi dikhayi dega , vo bas wahi dekh payega jo uska ayina usey dikhayega.,"
ہر انسان کا اپنا آئینہ ہوتا ہے، جس کے پاس جو آئینہ ہوگا اُس کو وہی دکھائی دے گا، وہ بس وہی دیکھ پائے گا جو اُس کا آئینہ اسے دکھائے گا۔"
And in that moment I learned a deep thing about 'individual perspective' .
"Is shehar ki sari ronaak tumhary wajood sy hai. Tumhary baad hum is shehar ko weeran likhengy".
December 8, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 2]
Kapka Kassabova, from Someone Else’s Life; “And they were both right”
(excerpted from Leila Chatti's poem: "Tea", published in Missouri Review)
Tishani Doshi, from Everything Begins Elsewhere; “Love Poem Disguised as an Elegy”
mi amor
— william wordsworth (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
Catherynne M. Valente, from her novel titled "Deathless," originally published in 2011
from "Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1939-1947)"
the unbearable heaviness of girlhood / Su Xinyu / Lucie Brock-Broido
Stumbled across this piece of art by Kaneko Mitsuharu and I've never felt more represented in my life. I love every part of this poem. It describes me.
Opposition
In my youth
I was opposed to school.
And now, again,
I’m opposed to work.
Above all it is health
And righteousness that I hate the most.
Theres nothing so cruel to man
As health and honesty.
Of course I’m opposed to the Japanese spirit
And duty and human feeling make me vomit.
I’m against any government anywhere
And show my bum to authors and artists circles.
When I’m asked for what I was born,
Without scruple, I’ll reply, To oppose.
When I’m in the east
I want to go to the west.
I fasten my coat at the left, my shoes right and left.
My hakama I wear back to front and I ride a horse facing its buttocks.
What everyone else hates I like
And my greatest hate of all is people feeling the same.
This I believe: to oppose
Is the only fine thing in life.
To oppose is to live.
To oppose is to get a grip on the very self.
Kaneko Mitsuharu
1895-1975
I swear to god I’ll go crazy. I will go mad. I will become so hysterical, every man will be afraid of me. They won’t touch me. They won’t come near me. They won’t even dare to raise a look at me. They’ll all be scared. So scared they won’t even dare to think of me. Kids will think I’m some witch. Men will think, I’ve gone hysterical, but only you and me will know the agony I carry within me. The rage that lives between the locks of my hair. The warm blood that flows through my veins. Blood that is warm enough to burn my soul. The rage I carry within me, will burn everyone around me, but most importantly it will burn me first and as, I sit there in the woods, just burning in my rage, my soul will be burning hot, but my body will be cold. I’ll hear the sound of river flowing down the forest hill. I’ll feel the cold breeze wrapping itself around me, as if god himself wants to hug me and ask my soul to cool down. But it will burn. I will burn. And then? I’ll fly. Turned into ashes, I’ll fly with the cold breeze. I’ll fly with god. God will take me away. God and I will be one. I will be god. The goddess of rage who was once the woman of love. I will be god. Greater than you, greater than all others who will think I am mad. Greater than the whole universe. I’ll exist, in the realms of stars, and I’ll move through the forests and I’ll play with animals, and finally, I’ll be at peace and I’ll be free. I’ll be god.
Anne Frank