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23 // Ace // Pisces

[mournfulroses]

Tamura Ryuichi, from Poems 1946-1998; “October Poem,” written c. 1943

[antigonick]

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

— Gregory Orr, Introduction to Orpheus & Eurydice

[terrorignitis]

Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction

[paper-wounds]

[neueclassic]

[soporificsedatives-deactivated2]

Georges Bataille

[motojane]

[atomiclace]

these are my mutuals. they know who they are

[remanence-of-love]

[nightquotes]

I was burning, while you came blaming me for the smell of ashes. -Fyodor Dostoevsky

[pastagrunge]

—almost 30

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

[whimsifae]

[mournfulroses]

Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "Work," featured in The Southern Review (edited)

[pastagrunge]

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[ladycordis-deactivated20240208]

Your suffering does not have to be beautiful. It does not have to culminate in an eloquent writing piece or a tragically gorgeous painting. It does not have to “make you stronger” or “be part of a greater plan leading to something better.” It does not have to be romanticized or presentable. Yes, you are artistic. Yes, you are beautiful. Yes, you are strong. But before any of those things, you are a feeling human in a world where nothing is certain. Allow yourself to be so.

[luthienne]

hey what if i kept trying anyway because it’s my life and only i get to decide what to do with it