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today i told my manager "just because i can handle anything doesn't mean i should have to" and if that isn't just the motto of my life

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“You are born from my brittle bones. Ashes of my troubled youth. Taken apart from very hip. You were birthed from a love that I was feigned to believe in. But hush, pretty darling. You will be my entirety. I shall sew the stars for you to wear on a gracious night. I shall read you literary mad men to keep your mind adrift from the harshness of reality. You will be stubborn yet gentle. I know this because, You are me. But you shall possess the verve and wandering eyes I can never have. I shall name you, Lily. After a summer flower with a gloomy disposition. Very fitting for a Moonchild. I’d teach your mind to believe in letting go, the most essential lesson you must learn. Never harbor cobwebs inside your heart, my love. You’d die with your eyes open, waiting for rain. I might never be there to catch your tears in my palms. So, be strong for me. Carry my bones, for you to stand upon this mad world. I’ll be the rock you would throw at the creatures at night. I’ll be the sarcasm dripping in your mouth to hush away the creeping men amidst you. You will be far greater than me. You shall be the better half of my moon. The one that shines in its innate splendor. I shall die, happily. For you shall give meaning to death, beautifully.”

— My Moonchild: A letter to my future daughter. - s.p.

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“Have you ever thought about how we’re living in a society designed to give us anything we want, but we’re essentially the same people who lived during tribal times? We’re catering to the same base needs like warmth and sex and social gratification, but we’re doing so through unnatural means. If you think about it, the scrolling mechanism on a phone is a bit like strolling through a forest. We still come across unknown things. But now the first judgment that comes to our mind is immediately reinforced. We can say “I like it,” and we’ll be given more of the same. Or we can say ‘I don’t like it,’ and the thing will go away forever. That single mechanism ascribes permanence to our most basic instincts. We’re never forced to ask: ‘Why do I like it?’ Or ‘Should I like it?’ We’re living in a world that always adapts to us, so we never have to adapt to the world. I wonder how that affects us. I also wonder why we like squirrels but hate rats. Because they’re both rodents.”

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“You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.”

— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

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Alexandre Cabanel - Detalle de “Ángel caído

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THREE QUEENS

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The holy Trinity

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who is the third one?

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https://youtu.be/YSpnuniNznc

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“I thank the gods I am stubborn. I thank the gods for their indifference. I thank the gods for planting in me the sacred blessing of obstinacy with the ever constant prayer, “I will not be denied. I will not be denied.””

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“My mother was sick for most of my life. She had nineteen years of treatment for Hodgkin’s disease. But she was the kind of mother that would come home from chemotherapy, vomit in the bathroom, and then still cook dinner for all of us. And she did this while getting a PhD in clinical psychology. She just loved being a mother. Even after the chemotherapy destroyed her ovaries, she adopted two more children. She passed away I was twenty-five. Shortly after she died, I realized that I couldn’t remember her voice. I’ve just never been an oral person. It was maddening. It felt almost disrespectful. I had all these old videos of her, but they were silent. So I thought I’d just never know what she sounded like. Then last night, my sister found a small cassette in an old box. It was from my mother’s answering machine. And she picked up the phone during one of the recordings. It was a month before she died. She was so sick at the time. But she said to the person: ‘Nicholas is coming to visit me, so I stayed up late baking, and I’m waking up early to clean.’”