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Im back, I wrote you a letter :
I would like. To stop projecting my ideal onto other people and find myself interesting instead.
Do you know much about Cyber feminism? let me know.
Very beautiful things are waiting for me
I just must go through what it is asking me to go. Through
Some kind of temporary sadness........Perhaps
What is life asking of you these days?
-Pepina, emperor of the ladybugs
I picked up the disappearance of rituals by Byung Chul Han recently. He talks about our compulsion towards authenticity and how that is the root of our modern pathologies. He says that capitalism has killed rituals and thus instead of doing things for the sake of the ritual/community/celebrating of the earth, we must find self-fulfilling reasons as to why something is worth the time spent. I don’t think he suggests we try to go back to our original ways, like religion and such. Still, it is interesting to read what he has to say, because as we have lost rituals, we have lost titles and structures and our relation with others. Today, we are born with infinite possibilities for self-characterization, and I feel like we are hurting deeply from it.
I hope you don’t misunderstand me, I don’t think your feelings are narcissistic. I think his essay would help you just as it has helped me — to be happy, you don’t need to understand yourself to the fullest, or use your time to maximize your self-expression, or be the most interesting character in the room. Let’s use our melancholy to experience life. Our bodies and minds are only one part of the puzzle, the outside world is apart of us as well…
The mind is an environment, a dimensionless space where our soul is constantly being transformed. The physical world anchors us in reality. Other people are part of that physical world. All the input from the physical world reaches our mind, so that we are not alone in our minds.
My existence is useless
#cringe
I’m totes over all this vapid teenage anguish
Talkin to you makes me feel wrong
I'm stayin with you but not for long
If it be true, I'll say goodbye
cause living with you, oh I cant take the lie
Hear me or don't, I'm screamin for life
Don't tell to stop crying, you're in a wolf in the night
you rob me of jewels, my heart, my pride
I'm glitter then I'm gone in the dead of the night
He tells me I’m so amazing. He tells me that I’m wonderful and that I drive him mad. I want to be relentless, forever.
HILMA AF KLINT / "SVANEN" / 1914 [oil on canvas (?) | U/D]
I GUESS IT IS A BUNCH OF COINCIDENCES AFTER ALL
Maxine and her boyfriend came over to my party yesterday. They were both so precious and beautiful. When we were smoking on the balcony, he mentioned sending her a letter to get in contact with her. I now admit that I was inspired by them. But I don't want to get any strange ideas. I know very well that he does not wish to hear from me
I am mine. Don’t perceive me. I am fine.
murph in her bedroom
I like women but I love submission more
This is what Norwegians are like to me
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
(Sonnet 116)
I lost my phone. I lost all my pictures. Nat dumped me. No one is showing up to my birthday party. I’m tired. Fuck this.
Me:
Broken record:
Me: how do you do it everyday
Broken record: why do you choose to do it everyday
#real #wise #humour
Aym nothing just wanna be a feeling
I am always nothing I just wanna be reeling
My misery is two fold when you're not near me