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@tocastitsreflection
This is actually so real
i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever
may you attract someone who treats you like they’ve been waiting their whole life to find you
Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti
Bleeding Fairy Helmets on Mount Cordeaux, 2024
We are always reading for the first time. For instance, you have been occupying half my mind today, so when I read a part of me is oriented towards you and a part of me is oriented towards the text at hand. This “colors” the text, shades my reading of it so that at the word love (or surprise or wonder) you spring to my mind. My reading is interrupted. I am distracted.
Slow reading isn’t always about slowness. Sometimes it’s about diving into the text and then coming up for air. Looking out the window. Going for a walk. And then returning to the text anew. All of this is part of reading.
Frida Kahlo, from a letter to Alejandro Gomez Arias, written in 1925, featured in The Love Letters of Frida Kahlo
i want the world to stop for like 1 year so i can rest
“I would like to write a book about war that would make war sickening, and the very thought of it repulsive. Insane. So that even the generals would be sickened … My men friends (as opposed to women) are taken aback by such ‘women’s logic’. And again I hear the ‘men’s’ argument: ‘You weren’t in the war.’ But maybe that’s a good thing: I don’t know the passion of hatred; my vision is normal. Unwarlike, unmanly.”
— Svetlana Alexievich, The Unwomanly Face of War
i don’t like how endings in real life come on so suddenly without making sense, without much warning. one minute you’re in the middle of something and the next it’s all a very long time ago and you’re a different person and none of it is ever coming back
Louise Glück, from "Blue Rotunda", Averno
there is always some fucking laundry and dust and some other shit
being smart has never stopped me from being a complete fucking idiot