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krshima

Keep your eyes open, no matter how dark the night ahead may be.

—happy birthday nana! @dicennio ♡

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weltenwellen

E. E. Cummings, The Complete Poems: 1904-1962

#quotes #poetry

dailyanimatedgifs

Shokugeki no Soma | 1x05 食戟のソーマ

#shokugeki no soma #animanga #food

ophelie-a

The Handmaiden (2016)

#the handmaiden #movies

januaryhoney

strawberry blond, mitski / long grass with butterflies, vincent van gogh / october, marry oliver

Elle 1990

A lack of emotional intimacy creates emotional loneliness in both children and adults. Attentive and reliable emotional relationships are the basis of a child’s sense of security. Unfortunately, emotionally immature parents are usually too uncomfortable with closeness to give their children the deep emotional connection they need. Parental neglect and rejection in childhood can adversely affect self-confidence and relationships in adulthood, as people repeat old, frustrating patterns and then blame themselves for not being happy. Even adult success doesn’t completely erase the effects of parental disconnection earlier in life.

Lindsay C. Gibson, PsyD, from Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents: How to Heal from Distant, Rejecting, or Self-Involved Parents

#quotes #clinical psychology

antigonick

‘Come share my meal,’ said the poet to the red wolf in desert firelight. Fangs glistened in the flames, and a honed sword set aside. The wolf was hungry, accustomed to betrayals. The man offered food and a truce. What happened next, neither wolf nor poet told.

Marilyn Hacker, from “Râbi’a’s Renga”, in A Stranger’s Mirror: New and Selected Poems 1994-2014 (via fatallist)

#quotes #poetry

womenintheirwebs-archived

“By the time we grow up we become masters at dissimulation, at cultivating a self that the world cannot probe. But we pay a price. After years of turning people away, of protecting our inner self, of cultivating it by living in a different world, of furnishing this world with our fantasies and dreams—lo and behold we find that we are hopelessly separated from everyone else. We have become victims of our own art. We touch people on the outsides of their bodies, and they us, but we cannot get at their insides and cannot reveal our insides to them. This is one of the great tragedies of our interiority—it is utterly personal and unrevealable. Often we want to say something unusually intimate to a spouse, a parent, a friend, communicate something of how we are really feeling about a sunset, who we really feel we are—only to fall strangely and miserably flat. Once in a great while we succeed, sometimes more with one person, less or never with others. But the occasional break-through only proves the rule. You reach out with a disclosure, fail, and fall back bitterly into yourself. We emit huge globs of love to our parents and spouses, and the glob slithers away in exchange of words that are somehow beside the point of what we are trying to say. People seem to keep bumping up against each other with their exteriors and falling away from each other.”

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Ernest Becker,

The Birth and Death of Meaning

(via blue1lake)

#quotes #anthropology #fave #writing

mazusu

“I’m not lonely. I’m having fun. I love music. I’m having fun during lunch. And I have someone new I’m in love with. If only I could talk to you again.”

Happy Birthday, Ian! @katsukes

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