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Revelatorio: Espacio destinado a la asistencia y curación de ideas. Catalogo gráfico y bibliografico cargado de revelaciones.

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Así encontré a Hayden Kays.

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Me encontré este cuadro en Barcelona y lo recordé en estos días que charlaba con mi cuñada mientras me decía: "Las mujeres no somos heterosexuales por preferencia".

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Summer vacation/2022

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I just fucked a song, and there’s no way back.

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my kink is when people tell me they were thinking about me

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Tang Ping

https://theanarchistlibrary.org/library/anonymous-tangpingist-manifesto

I was giving a round on TikTok and I learned about Tangpingist, it immediately connected with an idea I have been thinking about lately, last year I decided to be mediocre in my day by day job, I realise that I didn’t have the need to give the best of me to a company that really doesn’t give a shit about my well-being.

So when I learn that there are more people thinking the same, and calling it a revolution I felt so good.

I just started to read this manifest, but check this out: “The lifestyle he detailed was a kind of traveller/drop-out culture with an emphasis on spending as little time at work as possible. In the posts he shared stories of how, rather than grind himself to a pulp in order to live up to the expectations of the dominant culture, and become weighed down by its commodities, he had been happily unemployed for two years. In that time he found that an affordable diet, and modest living conditions were more than sufficient as they allowed him the time to pursue other more worthwhile activities, like cycling from Sichuan to Tibet, climbing mountains, and reading philosophy.”

I’m all in. I quit the last September, got an easier job, and then with that time I got an even easier job with better pay.

Also, is nice to be back on Tumblr, really miss writing to myself.

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Yo me le demoro, pero llego.

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“Sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.”

True Romance

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Este año perdí a mi papá, y no había podido escribir al respecto. Siempre saco mis verdades en este blog, las vuelvo poesía para que puedan flotar cómo los espíritus de mis sentimientos y al final siento que lo dejo todo aquí. Pero finalmete de entre todas mis redacciones, lo que siento por mi papá y su muerte no provocará una catarsis, más bien se siente como una explosión en cadena.

¿Han visto Midsommar? Se ha convertido en mi película favorita por estos días y se que es muy oscura, pero siento que alguien ha podido procesar y entender el dolor que cargo adentro y de una forma u otra me siento menos atormentada cuando la veo. No sé si serán las expresiones de Dani, su lamento que me suena tan familiar y ver cómo flota en un universo ajeno a ella donde solo se deja ir... Sinseramente creo que, de no ser por mi mamá y mi hermano que siguen junto a mi por fortuna, me convertiría en una marioneta llena de flores al igual que la protagonista.

Ya no sé cómo sentir, los días van pasando y pasando, mientras la incomodidad encuentra un hogar en mi cuerpo y cuando creo que se ha marchado aparece en mis memorias o en mis comportamientos, dónde sea que pierda un poco la visión allí se asienta y no se quiere ir, no me quiere dejar.

He aprendido que en mis facultades carezco de tranquilidad, y sumada a lo demás no encuentro paz. Incluso la música y las melodias que siempre me revitalizaban ahora me traen un amargo recuerdo que será el no volver a compartir canciones con mi papá. El anhelo de escucharlo otra vez se siente como una sentencia de amargura que me seguirá por siempre.

Y hasta siempre es por mucho tiempo, yo lo sé, la gente me dice que sea positiva, que tenga gratitud, ¿por qué no entienden que no quiero? Nunca voy a gradecer la muerte de mi padre, siento que me lo robaron, que en un minuto nos quitaron años de risas y destellos de amor, no quiero recibir su buena energía porque jamás reemplazará la luz que ese inmenso hombre llevaba adentro.

El luto me cae como una sombra que no se despeja y ahí la llevo atada a mis piecitos cansados, tristes y solitarios.

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Melancholia

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sleepy melancholia

https://karlottafreier.tumblr.com

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Crio

I will try to feel you. Try to recover the spaces that we traced together. Every day that flows I'm trying to remember the details of those beautiful moments when you where your best self and took all the best of me. I remember the wind traveling between you lips full of smoke. I also remember how it was so easy for my mouth found it self on yours, and the face you made when I was been the cutest me without misery or fear. I wanna cherish those little looks that we give to each other. We where so romantic that any love scene I can recall becomes a dusty old movie in comparison to the moments we where living in our little borrowed paradise. All the music we shared, the funny dances, the beating hearts. We where hold by pure and embraceable love. We lived that little "summer time" everybody should, and for today I'm so happy for the love I felt, I cannot miss you properly. It's like melancholia wanted me by its side but then joy came and grab me by the hand making me smile thinking that everything it's just fine, so good, so balanced.

With you I experimented another way of loving, more authentic to myself that the ones I have lived before. I dont have to have you to been able to love you, to carry you in the core of the smile I gave to the horizon. I dont have to be stranded to give it all, I dont have to let it all, jus share it all, for me, for you, for the ones that will appreciate this enormous and powerful energy. So yes, I will try to feel you, 'cause you remember me this discovery that became so important to me. I miss you in the best of the ways that one can miss a friend, a thinker, a lover, a world person, a listener. It's like missing a song you care so much but you just can't remember the hole lyrics. It does not matter because one day you will find them again and that sound will make you happy no matter what. I feel you, so I write this for those times I forget how this song of you it's all about.

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Don’t you love when graphics just complete your life.

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El despecho.

Por cierto. Ya me aburrí de vos. De tu tacañería para apreciar a alguien que no seas vos. Thank you, next.