And I whisper to myself, I am safer alone.
Wasted, Marya Hornbacher / . / . / . / painting by Mladen Ilic / Paul Auster / Letters To Milena, Franz Kafka / Wide Sargasso Sea, Jean Rhys / The Departure Of The Train, Clarice Lispector / Beau Taplin
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And I whisper to myself, I am safer alone.
Wasted, Marya Hornbacher / . / . / . / painting by Mladen Ilic / Paul Auster / Letters To Milena, Franz Kafka / Wide Sargasso Sea, Jean Rhys / The Departure Of The Train, Clarice Lispector / Beau Taplin
The Children of Húrin, J.R.R. Tolkien
THE FEAR OF ABANDONMENT: PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME.
letterbomb - green day // tissues - yungblud // thru line - june henry // euphoria (2019–) // i'm your man - mitski // unknown // unknown // clarice lispector, “the departure of the train” // personal journal (1.7.23) // cry me a river - justin timberlake
The phobic has no other object than the abject. But that word, “fear” –a fluid haze an elusive clamminess– no sooner has it cropped up than it shades off like a mirage and permeates all words of the language with nonexistence, with a hallucinatory, ghostly glimmer. Thus, fear having been bracketed, discourse will seem tenable only if it ceaselessly confront that otherness, a burden both repellent and repelled, a deep well of memory that is unapproachable and intimate: the abject.
Julia Kristeva, Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection
“‘Fear,’ the doctor said, ‘is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. We yield to it or we fight it, but we cannot meet it halfway.’” — Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House
where do i put it all down?