I know nothing except that I’m waiting for you and that you never come.
Dylan Thomas, from a letter to Caitlyn Thomas written c. May 1953 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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I know nothing except that I’m waiting for you and that you never come.
Dylan Thomas, from a letter to Caitlyn Thomas written c. May 1953 (via violentwavesofemotion)
It was September. In the last days when things are getting sad for no reason.
Ray Bradbury, “The Lake”, The October Country (via wordsnquotes)
Here’s something to chew on.
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honestly
In case you wanna read the article this quote is from: http://rolereboot.org/culture-and-politics/details/2016-05-daughter-know-ok-angry/
Adaptable girls find socially acceptable ways to internalize or channel their discomfort and ire, sometimes at great personal cost. Passive aggressive behavior, anxiety, and depression are common effects. Sarcasm, apathy, and meanness have all been linked to suppressed rage. Troublesome behaviors, such as lying, skipping school, bullying other people, even being socially awkward are often signs that a teenager is dealing with anger that they are unable to name as anger.
Girls, taught to ignore their anger, become disassociated from themselves.
Anger is so successfully sublimated that girls lose the ability to understand what it feels and looks like. Is her heart racing? Does she feel flushed or shaky? Does she clench her jaws at night? Is she breaking out in hives? Does she cry for no reason? Laugh inappropriately during difficult conversations? Fly off the handle over something that seems inconsequential? You can see where I’m going here…those crazy girl hormones, right? Better to just think of it as a phase.
For too many women, however, the phase never ends. It’s lives spent never expressing anger at all and believing that they don’t have the right or ability to do so without great risk.
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happy bday curiosity, hope you’re having a good time up there
An underrated part of self-love is not giving everyone access into your life just because they want it.
Your relationship probably wasn’t gonna be this magical fantasy that’s in your head. It was probably gonna be a shitshow. Master of None Season 2
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André Holland as Kevin in Moonlight (2016)
1970s - photos by Stephen Shore
The people who are truly important to us, the people we’ve allowed to break us open inside, do not stop questioning us, obsessing us, pursuing us, and, if necessary, guiding us, even if they die, or grow distant, or if we’ve quarrelled.
from writing fragments of Elena Ferrante excerpted in The New Yorker (via skeery)
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by Ivan Knyazev
You know when you go to a museum with a friend and it’s understood that you don’t have to stand side by side in front of every canvas? You can move at different speeds, occupy different corners, get separated, and it’s fine and relaxing because somehow when it’s time to leave, you’ll find each other. My favorite type of writing is like that, where it drifts in and out of different rooms, and sometimes ideas get lost or sentences sort of wander or drop off and the meanings and senses of things get separated, but it doesn’t matter. Like how after the museum, you can walk for a few blocks with your friend in silence, not pressed to speak.
Durga, interviewed by moi, for Bookforum (via snpsnpsnp)