Everything You'll Ever See Is Just a Mirror

In the end you can’t always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

That all this happened far away from you; that the verb “think” is stupid and unworthy; that when all this began, the world went away; that what we thought the world was, was a dream; that you, the hub of that world, belong to the dream; that you, remembered, now must be imagined; that imagining is how we think we choose; that the verb “choose” is stupid and unworthy; that need, unspeakable need, is what imagines while joy or grief, rage or terror dreams; that there is no world except the worlds we dream;

One gestures to a blue fold in the hills, meaning follow your heart.

You make the mistake of thinking you have to choose, that you have to do what you want, that there are conditions for happiness. What matters—all that matters, really—is the will to happiness, a kind of enormous, ever-present consciousness. […] What matters to me is a certain quality of happiness. I can only find it in a certain struggle with its opposite—a stubborn and violent struggle. Am I happy? […] If I’m happy, it’s because of my bad conscience. I had to get away and reach this solitude where I could face—in myself, I mean—what had to be faced, what was sun and what was tears … Yes, I’m happy, in human terms.

It’s not when you realise that nothing can help you—religion, pride, anything—it’s when you realise that you don’t need any aid.

tinyghost:

Housewife, fishwife, bad wife, good wife, what’s the word for someone who stares long into the morning, unable to even fix tea some days, the kettle steaming over loud like a train whistle, she who cries in the mornings, she who tears a hole in the earth and cannot stop grieving, the one who wants to love you, but often isn’t good at even that, the one who doesn’t want to be diminished by how much she wants to be yours.

what's your best meme Claudia?? I wanna see what you got.

Kant’s view is, I believe, a profound truth. We can be morally responsible… but no one could ever be responsible, I believe, in any way that could make them deserve to suffer.