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it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.
{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}
you don't need to be productive all the time. you deserve to take breaks. you don't need to try and fill every small gap with something productive to do. you are allowed to just sit on the bus and stare out of the window or listen to music or whatever you'd like, there's no need for you to use every small moment for revising or learning. you are allowed to use all those moments to just relax and breathe, and you should.
Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Brenna Twohy, A Coworker Asks Me If I Am Sad, Still
“Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.”
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet