— isa b. excerpt from my journal

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— isa b. excerpt from my journal
Aimee Nezhukumatathil, from Lucky Fish: Poems: “Foosh”
Kedi 2016, dir. Ceyda Torun
‘adoration’ by stephan sinding, circa 1909.
Mesalina (1884), de Eugène Cyrille Brunet
Jenny Holzer: ‘Inflammatory Essays’ (1979-1982)
Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
Shunpei Kamiya, Love
I am very often sad that I won't experience more paths of life or more passions. I simply do not have the time and energy and focus to be as passionate and informed about everything I want to be! So many works of art alone out there I would love to love as deeply as the things I already love! Alas, my time to passion ratio is probably low compared to average anyway, my brain is often stubborn about accepting new characters or stories into it in any meaningful way unfortunately, BUT!
But there are a lot of people out there who are so deeply passionate and studied in other things! In philosophy, in fighting the good fights, in novels and films and music and so many other things. So even though I can't experience all those passions myself in my lifetime, or I haven't picked up the passion yet, I am absolutely endeared and admiring of people with that passion and I love seeing it. Please please please continue to yap about your favorite books and characters and shows and your lives and the things you want to save and everything else.
chaos is my love language and i’m fluent as fuck
You don’t seem to mind my blood soaked hands. Is something wrong with you too?
Ingeborg Bachmann, tr. by Mark Anderson, from In the Storm of Roses: Selected Poems; “Songs from an Island”
[Text ID: “I hold your hand / with my eyes,”]