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from âIvyâ by Frank Ocean
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âBut mainly I rage at myself for my own ability to let things slide because Iâd rather be âniceâ than stand up for myself in an uncomfortable situation. My characters have streaks of fearlessness. I get a rush writing women who donât care what you think. Probably to help me grow into being one.â
â Phoebe Waller-Bridge, on what makes her rage
women exist in a whole universe in and of themselves
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Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West wr. c. February 1926
Youâre even crazier than me.
The Alcoholic Brain
My thoughts of alcohol are very selective. I still put it on a pedestal. Daydreaming about the warmth in my stomach from those first few sips. The fuzziness in my head so I donât have to CARE so much about things. The layers of shyness being stripped away and replaced with a new skin of confidence.
What I should be remembering is the pain. The spinning and the slurring and the throwing up. The anger and the screaming and the crying. The disorientation, the broken bones, the mental blackouts.Â
What I should be remembering is waking up at 5am with my heart beating out of my chest and my anxiety so high I start to believe Iâm dying.
I need to remember the shame. The endless apologies for words I donât remember saying. The way my loved ones looked at me as they realized Iâd let them down again. The multiple dangerous situations I put myself in that could so easily have ended up much, much worse.
I need to remember because my brain still tries to tell me I can have one drink. âJust have one! Youâll feel good, and then you can stop.â When everything in my history proves otherwise, that small part of my brain is always whispering âthis time will be differentâŚâ
Wings of Desire (1987)