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this actually is rewiring my brain as we speak

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ouagh lord of the rings really did say “it might be hopeless, it might be fatal, there may be no coming back— but it is always, always better to do something, to fight for what is good and true and beautiful, than to sit back and give into despair with an ‘it would have happened anyhow’”
my understanding and interpretation of Mary Oliver’s “Wild Geese” cannot be untangled from the fact that it was originally published to follow her poem about childhood sexual abuse, “Rage”
i just don’t think it was unintentional that these were presented flush against each other
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Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27
Text ID: I observe how much I have matured since last year despite my belief that I was losing myself, how something strong was born from the painful experiences survived and from the numerous minutes that I believed were wasted.
The lion does not concern itself with the bank account balance when a little treat is calling
The lion will never financially recover from this

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there's not a single nonchalant bone in my body. i care so much i could literally vomit
Christa Wolf, from her essay collection titled "One Day a Year: 1960–2000," originally published in 2003
It is my 19th birthday. It is 9:30 p.m., on a Monday, and I lay in bed after my day.
I hate myself a little for saying this, and while I love my family, I can’t help but feel this deep knot in my stomach — a loneliness that has pricked my skin since the moment I opened my eyes on my 19th day.
I hung out with my friends, yet nothing fulfilling occurred. No surprise. No gift. No token of affection. No feeling of “this day is different.” Instead, I was filled with this void of “You are old, and you were happy, and now you’re not.”
My mind keeps snaking back to last year, when I had him — when even though the bubble I lived in would burst in less than a month, I was happy. Happier than I’d ever been. I had my friends, yes, but (and this memory has haunted me all day) when everyone stopped singing happy birthday, and I made my wish — a wish to freeze that moment forever — I looked up, and there was him.
Devotion filled his eyes. While I hugged everyone briefly, my body was pulled toward him like a magnetic force. He hugged me, kissed me, and wrapped me in the warmest embrace of my life. I could’ve looked any way, far from beautiful, yet I felt the luckiest — because there he was, looking at me like I was the only star in a pitch-black sky.
It was foreign — not because I lacked love as a child, but because no one had ever loved me like that. I was the winter, and his embrace was the soothing breeze of spring, coaxing life to grow again.
This fickle memory tugs at my heartstrings in a way that aches beyond explanation. Even though it’s been months — nearly a year — since the rupture, the ache tonight feels fresh. I think part of me still had hope: that he’d say “happy birthday,” maybe even something more. That he’d be courteous, since I had been. But nothing came.
I am a fool, and selfish. To expect my friends to offer that kind of devotion is unrealistic. Yet I feel like a starved man, once given the taste of being loved ferociously, now ripped away from it — blinded, padding the walls, searching for what I once found.
The loneliness filling my heart tastes like the salty tears I’ve shed since the clock struck midnight on August 11. The ticking whispers, “You were 18, and you were happy.”
And now, I’m 19.
- 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚜.
honestly being around people who are not uncomfortable with you having feelings and desires makes the people who were uncomfortable so much worse in retrospect
like. oh! you were just evil

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Vardges Petrosyan, Years Lived and Unlived (translated by metamorphesque)
writing a garbage essay feels like you’re the cow who gave birth to the two headed calf. in the morning, my professor will wrap him in newspaper and dissect him on a cold operating table. but here he is alive, under the pale glow of my computer screen. he is beautiful. there are twice as many logical fallacies as usual.
Vardges Petrosyan, Years Lived and Unlived (translated by metamorphesque)
"what about gay rights in palestine" "what about womens rights in palestine" idk maybe they can work on that once they get Being Alive In Their Homes Rights
Nizar qabbani/ Rumi

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What the actual FUCK was this week