— Not So. Not So., Anne Sexton. From The Awful Rowing Toward God.
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— Not So. Not So., Anne Sexton. From The Awful Rowing Toward God.
my favourite study method is asking everyone to pray for me
Being child-like and believing God is a beautiful thing. Don’t let anyone cause you to throw it away through natural knowledge and human reasoning.
God created the world by the word of God, the same word He wants us to believe, the same word that made us new creations. Of His own will He brought us forth by the word of truth, that we might be a kind of firstfruits of His creatures. James 1.
In addiction's clasp, a father's plea, His spirit yearns for grace to set him free. His children pray with faith that never wanes, For God's healing touch to break his chains.
I will never get over how weird it feels to have tragic and emotional chapters of your life where you just also still go to work, and the grocery store, and see funny videos online all while feeling such paralyzing fear and heartache
life just goes on no matter what
marcel the shell with shoes on (2021)
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I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.
C.S. Lewis
“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”
― Jamie Anderson
Junkieverdriet Mijn eeuwenoud, mijn levenslang junkieverdriet Van geboortepijn tot nu mijn eenzaamheid Die ik deel met duizenden nu ik weet wat ik weet: Dat de mens een naald is zoekend naar een ader Zoekend naar de kiespijn van zijn ver verleden. Junkieverdriet, bass-toon van deze tijd Waar de verschopte verschaalt in een dode hoek Van het denkperspectief, in de paranoia Van de kleine penis en de schizofrenie van schaamte.
In deze wereld mijn waansisteem werd liefde Een misdrijf in het duister en reizen kruipen Uit de schaduw der ouders naar de schaduw van de dood. Verdrinken tijdens de armslag naar meer.
Licht van alle licht, licht Dat niet dooft met de dagen en mijn geheugen Voortdurend doorschijnt, licht licht Dat niet zinkt in de stof het woord Dat muis is knagend binnen klein bestek, Licht dat bomen doorruist en water, licht Dat leeft op de vloedlijn bij springtij, Tussen afkick en hit, wit licht, witte hitte.
Jotie T' Hooft uit: Junkieverdriet, Manteau 1976
Thinking about the true horrors of living through my eating disorder and wanting her back. Like a bad breakup but still aching for her love. The grip of her hands around my waist while I shoved three fingers down my throat and throwing up until I saw blood from the pit of my stomach. The way she reminds me to eat small, eat slow, drink water, always pretend to be full. And maybe she’s no good for me but she’s got this way with words. She reminds me every day that how I look is my worst nightmare that my fears are coming true every time I walk out the door, that obesity resides on top of my bones. She never forgets to call even after the breakup. And I’ll tell my friends, again, I’m losing the weight the healthy way. Knowing that the last time I ate was 3 or 4 or 5 days ago and she’ll be proud of me. And maybe we’ll breakup again. But I’ll always welcome her with open arms.
I'm not eating again, 2023
May 11, 1931 Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931 [volume 4]
— Paul Guest, from “1987.”
the thing about having hope is that it is so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so difficult. but you have to do it anyway
— April 27, 1915 / Franz Kafka diaries
The streets are not for me. I belong to the enchanted forest among the magical beings eating berries with my soul mate under the moonlight.