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anyway. everybody moved on i stayed there
All I can think abt is that one quote that basically just describes that you canāt be your true self in your native language bc thereās too much emotional attachment, but that second languages allow speakers to be truly free with their words
āSome things could only be written in a foreign language; they are not lost in translation, but conceived by it. Foreign verbs of motion could be the only ways of transporting the ashes of familial memory. After all, a foreign language is like artāan alternative reality, a potential world.Ā Ā»
- Svetlana Boym,Ā āEstrangement as a Lifestyle: Shklovsky and Brodskyā
āBilinguals overwhelmingly report that they feel like different people in different languages. It is often assumed that the mother tongue is the language of the true self. (ā¦) But, it first languages are reservoirs of emotion, second languages can be rivers undammed, freeing their speakers to ride different currents.ā
- Love in Translation by Lauren Collins from the New Yorker, August 8 & 15, 2016
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I dreamt ā marvelousĀ error! ā that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.
Antonio Machado, from āLast night, as I was sleeping,ā Times Alone: Selected Poems of Antonio Machado, trans. Robert Bly (Wesleyan University Press, 1983)
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Still life, At the breakfast tableĀ -Ā Kees Jansen, n/d.
Dutch, 1922-1984
Oil on canvas,Ā Ā 60Ā x 50 cm
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Sometimes you gotta make yourself drink water and sit in direct sunlight, like some kind of wilted houseplant
Iāve gotten to the point where I cant stand astrology. u ask me what my zodiac is to see if weāre compatible and Iāll throw a rock at u. howās that for a sign
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