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im just a normal girl . i sit near a body of water and immediately experience the entire range of human emotions
25 things i learned in 2025
The spirit exists outside of suffering
“‘Love’, this English word: like other English words it has tense. ‘Loved’ or 'will love’ or 'have loved’. All these specific tenses mean Love is time-limited thing. Not infinite. It only exist in particular period of time. In Chinese, Love is '爱’ (ai). It has no tense. No past and future. Love in Chinese means a being, a situation, a circumstance. Love is existence, holding past and future. If our love existed in Chinese tense, then it will last for ever. It will be infinite.”
— Xiaolu Guo, A Concise Chinese-English Dictionary for Lovers
He places me where he wants to place me. Incense. Worship. Illusion.
— Anaïs Nin, from “Henry and June: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932”
Winter mornings are made of steel; they have a metallic taste and sharp edges. On a Wednesday in January, at seven in the morning, it’s plain to see that the world was not made for Man, and definitely not for his comfort or pleasure.
– Olga Tokarczuk, Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead
― Rosary, Anna Akhmatova
[text ID: Will you forgive me these November days?]
Louise Glück, from ""Averno", Averno
“She was one of those languid women, made of dark honey, smooth and sweet, and terribly sticky, who take control of a room with a syrupy gesture, a toss of the hair, a single slow whiplash of the eyes and all the while remain as still as the centre of a hurricane, apparently unaware of the force of gravity by which they irresistibly attract themselves the yearnings and the souls of both men and women.“”
— Patrick Süskind, “das Parfum” (1985)
Ursula K. Le Guin, from The Dispossessed
[text ID: the yearning warmth of spring]
Ursula K. Le Guin, from The Dispossessed
[text ID: the yearning warmth of spring]
Kaveh Akbar, from Martyr!
Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
It Lasts Forever and Then It’s Over, Anne de Marcken
Marie Howe, from “What the Living Do”, What the Living Do