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i love tragedy i love circular narratives i love ppl who cannot escape their fate & characters that have been dead since the beginning
“You will always go into that tent. You will see her scar and wonder where she got it. You will always be amazed at how one woman can have so much black hair. You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. You will always run away with her. You will always lose her. You will always be a fool. You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear. You have already done all of this and will do it again.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless
““The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you’d just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency.””
— Susan Allen Toth (via arrythmia)

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"theyll hate you for this" "but theyll be alive" is THE juiciest thing to me
i will ensure you stay alive above all else. even if what i do to make it happen is horrendous. even if it violates all your wishes or moral principles. even if you can never look at me the same way again, even if you hate me for it. because at least if you hate me it means youre alive
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baru cormorant middle class quote i need you now more than ever
“In our grand successes over the past century we have invented a monster called a middle class. Our predecessors pillaged the Ashen Sea, and now the people are accustomed to receiving that pillage. And they are accustomed to their innocence. If they learn what we do on distant shores to secure their safety and prosperity, I am certain they would hang us all. Not for the crime of what we did, mind! But for the crime of allowing them to know.”
The Monster Baru Cormorant, Seth Dickinson
throughout history, the wealthy and powerful tend to create a set of rules for themselves to follow- european gentry, for example, developed specific rules for speech, dress, eating, manners, etc etc. and to some extent these rules did restrain them, but at the same time, it gave them power- by following these rules, you show your status as someone with power, both to other powerful people, and to those of lower class. certainly there were nobles who chafed under these rules, but the vast majority of them, consciously or subconsciously, accept them as the price for power, even enjoyed performing them as a status symbol. it would be ridiculous to say that the nobility was oppressed by feudialism- they wielded incredible power and freedom to use that power to hurt others, even if they had to play by a handful of rules to do so.
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adult grief by louise glück

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“Love has something to do with the notion of being seen — the opposite of invisibility. The invisible, the unwitnessed, the unacknowledged, the isolated, the lonely — these are the unloved. Loving attention illuminates the unseen, escorting them from the frontiers of lovelessness into the observed world. To truly see someone — anyone — is an act that acknowledges and forgives our common and imperfect humanity. Love enacts a kind of vigilant perception — whether it is to a partner, a child, a co-worker, a neighbour, a fellow citizen, or any other person one may encounter in this life. Love says softly — I see you. I recognise you. You are human, as am I.”
— Nick Cave, The Red Hand Files Issue #103
kinder than man, althea davis
“No one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away, until the clock wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone’s life is only the core of their actual existence.”
― Sir Terry Pratchett (28 April 1948 – 12 March 2015), Reaper Man
trying to figure out how to phrase my personal theory of grief:
- the self as something that emerges through recognition by others, a reciprocal network of witnesses, and memory as something that is collectively maintained
- grief is not something that fades or resolves but a permanent structural reorganization of the self. the death of a loved one is not just the absence of companionship but a total destabilization of identity
- every intimate relationship creates a distinct social self. a relationship is the creation of a specific version of us that can only be understood and enacted through that relationship. with death, that social self is lost, that identity can no longer be enacted, that version of you lacks context
- grief is a structural imbalance in the entire self: love remains but recognition disappears; relational patterns that were maintained through the body (because we spend our entire lives in our bodies) are broken, and the body experiences it as a sort of withdrawal
- memory erodes with time but love does not, eventually rendering the relationship and lost social self in the abstract. grief becomes detached from specific memories and becomes a permanent emotional structure, becomes something more than itself. with every loss that structure compounds
- love can survive the collapse of memory and identity. recognition and memory are not the same thing, and so even when cognitive memory fails love can still persist. i know this because i have experienced it firsthand. i have been loved fiercely by someone who could not remember why, only that they did because of the joy and relief they felt in my presence. something of the self is maintained through recognition by others, can be recalled through that relationship
- even when those relational traces are gone they are still present in the body as a form of somatic memory. death forces a total reorganization of the self, the self becomes a repository of the dead. as long as we live we contain those relational patterns, that recognition, that understanding of their distinct social self, and so they persist. grief is the lived experience of that continuation. the relationship is internalized and forms the emotional scaffolding of the self; there is no longer a version of the self that can be legible without it. as long as other relationships continue, as the self continues to emerge through recognition by others, that lost relationship persists as an active presence
- put simply: as long as you live as a social being, the dead do too
The Internet adores this second-person voice. There it is, at every cyber–street corner: Recommended for You, Suggestions for You, Here Is Something You Might Like. Behind each of these You’s, an algorithm sits at an easel, squinting, trying to catch Your likeness. But these algorithms are true Renaissance practitioners. Not only portraitists, they’re also psychologists, data-crunchers, and private detectives, extrapolating personality from the evidence of our past actions: from our online histories and, increasingly, from what they can eavesdrop, without any meaningful warrant, in the physical world. From all those toothsome bytes of behavior, they create an image of You.
Laurence Scott, "Hell is Ourselves"

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"This is going to drive me into my own heart"
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