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Claire Keane
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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@ryankeanewriting
You see, it is entirely possible for the hypochondriac to break free of his neurosis and find that there is nothing of interest beyond the mirage. It is entirely possible for the selective cynic to sink into total misanthropy and admire the way it systematically numbs her heart. It is entirely possible for the amnesiac to settle down in their lapses of memory, for them to find routine in their cognitive decay. In certain cases, we aim to improve ourselves, to become closer to the sensory again, only because those around us tell us we should, or because the rational side of us realises there is very little life in abstraction. Sometimes we’d rather just sit and stir upon the edge, immerse ourselves in the sporadic torrents of its anaesthetic. In essence, it is entirely possible for us to become quite comfortable in our emptiness.
Ryan Keane
I fear I am too much of a closed book to arouse interest in other people. Unless they revolutionise my world, I fail to open up, and by this point most of them flee. I have nothing to offer other than my own enigma. This is the curse of introversion.
Ryan Keane
Haven't posted in ages. I've been writing a novel and haven't spent too much time on writing individual pieces. I will aim to post some soon.
I am armed with a pretty song, a voice of kaleidoscopic proportion, and the capability of change.
Ryan Keane
It is nice to know I was nothing more than an obligation.
Ryan Keane
I love Joan Didion’s work. It’s my birthday on Monday and I will hopefully be getting some vouchers so I will have a Joan Didion book spree. :)
The triggers aren’t always bombastic, as cataclysmic as erupting volcanoes. Often, they come in the visage of spilled drinks, cancelled plans, sporadic waves of inadequacy. It’s never usually a roof falling on you that sends you over the edge, it’s the dripping of a broken light.
Ryan Keane (via ryankeanewriting)
I told myself to stop loving you, as though it was that easy.
Ryan Keane
You have sunk into me with ambition for years, forged your signature in the folds of my skin, grew roses for my despair. But your departure still seems as likely as the sun setting this evening.
paranoia
Poetry does not have to come from heartache, affairs, explosions. It can be birthed from the everyday. It can be found in friendship, in trips to the coffee shop, in seeds before the sun and its magic gets to them.
“where does poetry come from?” - she asks me.
You looked at me. Everyone else looked through me. In your eyes, I was no apparition. I was magnanimous, bold, brimming with porcelain potential. Yet even in my prime, I was nowhere near enough.
inadequacy