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âTen years from now, make sure you can say that you chose your life, you didnât settle for it.â
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ultimately i think kindness is the most radical thing you can do with your pain and your anger. itâs like, you take everything awful thatâs ever been done to you, and you throw it back in the worldâs teeth, and you say no, fuck you, iâm not going to take this. Â you say this is unacceptable. you say that shit stops with me.
humans are fucking terrible and this awful world we live in will fucking kill you but if you are kind, if you are brave and clever and try really hard, you can defy it. you can impose on this bleak and monstrous structure something beautiful. even if itâs temporary. even if it doesnât heal anything inside you thatâs been hurt. Â
iâm gonna sleep and iâm gonna wake up and i swear by everything in this deadly horrible universe iâm gonna make someone happy.Â
iâve seen a number of comments and tags where people feel that they must swallow or repress their anger in order to engage in kindness. that is not at all what i am recommending here. radical kindness is an expression of anger. it is not passive. it is not repressive. it does not require you, in any way, to forgive those that have fucked you up. it does not require you to be quiet.Â
it just requires that you be kind. viciously. vengefully. you fight back. you plant flowers. give to charity. play games. pet someoneâs dog. scream into the dark. paint and write and dance, tell jokes, sing songs, bake cookies. you have been hurt and you donât have to deny that hurt. you just have to recognize it in other people, and take their hand, and say: no more. enough. fuck this. no more.Â
have a cookie.
i will say this again: we are all going to die. the universe is enormous and almost entirely empty. to be kind to each other is the most incredible act of defiance against the dark that i can imagine.Â
i will say this again: we are all going to die. the universe is enormous and almost entirely empty. to be kind to each other is the most incredible act of defiance against the dark that i can imagine.
1. The universe is indifferent. We ought not be.
2. A good quote:Â There are two kinds of people. Those who think, âI donât want anyone to suffer like I did.â And those who think, âI suffered; why shouldnât they?â
3. Two good quotes by Kurt Vonnegut: âHello babies. Welcome to Earth. Itâs hot in the summer and cold in the winter. Itâs round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, youâve got a hundred years here. Thereâs only one rule that I know of, babies-âGod damn it, youâve got to be kind.â
And: âBe soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.â
#hopepunk
âHope is not a lottery ticket you can sit on the sofa and clutch, feeling lucky. It is an axe you break down doors with in an emergency. Hope should shove you out the door, because it will take everything you have to steer the future away from endless war, from the annihilation of the earthâs treasures and the grinding down of the poor and marginal⌠To hope is to give yourself to the future - and that commitment to the future is what makes the present inhabitable.â
-Rebecca Solnit; Hope in the Dark
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This is also called âAbsurdismâ The meeting of Nihilismâs âThe universe doesnât careâ and âBut I will, despite that.â
âWhen itâs over, leave. Donât continue watering a dead flower.â
â Unknown
âI used to assume I was subtle shades of blue-
Simple hues,
Unprepared for complexity.
But oh god,
I turn red when you look at me
And I catch your eyes lingering longer than youâd like to admit.
As if youâre a wanderlust traveller discovering borderlines
I turn red
When your finger tips
start to imitate this ocean of sheets;
curling around me and pulling me underneath
I turn red
When your lips trail embers onto my skin
And light me up like Iâm the burning end
Of all your cigarettes
But do you inhale me the same way?
Darling, do I live in your lungs longer than a few seconds
Or do you just like seeing the color red?â
-Nicole Torres

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âYou learn more about someone at the end of a relationship than at the beginning.â
â Unknown
âI love the evanescent, fragile sounds and colors, everything that trembles, undulates, quivers, and shimmers, hair and eyes, water, leaves, silk, and the spiritual quality of indefinite forms;â
â Albert Samain, from âSpiritual Love,â written c. September 1881
âHere, in my solitude, I have the feeling that I contain too much humanity.â
â Ingmar Bergman, Images: My Life in Film

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âAs members of human society, perhaps the most difficult task we face daily is that of touching one anotherâwhether the touch is physical, moral, emotional or imaginary. Contact is crisis. As the anthropologists say, âEvery touch is a modified blow.ââ
â Anne Carson, from Men in the Off Hours;Â âDirt and Desire: Essay on the Phenomenology of Female Pollution in Antiquityâ (via luthienne)
âDonât spend any more time on unrequited love. Pouring energy into someone who doesnât pour it into you only drains you. There is a person who will appreciate your love-one who doesnât want to drain you, one who wants to give back. Find that soulâ
-Sylvester McNutt III, Care Package: A Path to Deep Healing
âAncient lovers believed a kiss would literally unite their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in oneâs breath.â
â Eve GlicksmanÂ
âWords were my shelter, words my one escape, words were my weapons against everything.â
â Louis Untermeyer, from âMonologue from a Mattress,â wr. c. 1942
You find out that your touch can heal people of all kinds of ailments from wounds, to sickness, to allergies, to poisons and the like. So you spend years helping those that come to you, from the paupers to the kings, and you always succeed. But then one day a woman from a far away village comes to you with her child. They have traveled for months to see you on a mere whisper of a rumor of you because youâre her last hope to heal her child. You do as you always do and reach out to the child to touch them on their arm. Your hand burns like itâs suddenly touching hot metal.
This is the child of death, and the burning sensation is your bodies reaction to death trying to take you. The woman, being the childâs birth mother is obviously in deep concern, thinking her young child is sick with some disease as they look pale and malnourished with sunken eyes like that of a man who hasnât slept for days.
She insists that he is well cared for and is confused as too why he never has changed from looking so sickly and weak despite her best efforts.
You are not sure at all how to approach this situation having not the slightest idea as to what is happening. In your best efforts you try again only to find the burning is just as painful as the last time if not worse.
And then it hits you like a snowball in mid June, you canât heal this child, not without dying.
This is what Death sent after you, for taking so many people away from them. You knew that Death wasnât pleased by your actions, but you didnât think heâd go that far.
You know that this âdiseaseâ is not a disease, itâs a trap, made just for you. So that you will finally stop healing people who are supposed to die.
âCan you- Can you help him?â, the mother asks.
You look at the boy, who seems to already be half dead. âDo you want to live?â, you ask, knowing very well, that he knows that heâs drawn to death.
âI donât want you to dieâ, he whispers, because heâs too weak to talk normally.
âThat was not the question.â
The little boy looks up to his mother and nods.
âOkayâ, you say, reaching out to him and taking his hand.
Your hand burns like youâre touching hot lava and you feel how your body gets weaker and weaker.
This will be the last one you can save. You can hear how Death is already walking towards you, as your sight goes black. Theyâre singing a cute melody, similiar to a song you sing to kids to make them fall asleep.
Your body is now completely numb, you canât even feel the ground under your feet.
âWelcome homeâ, Death says, but they couldnât be talking to the boy, you healed him. He is definitely alive and healthy. âIâve missed you.â
This is beautiful.

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âI lost myself trying to please everyone else. Now Iâm losing everyone while Iâm finding myself.â
â Unknown
Two fair men lie in water warm and slow,
As brothers are they joinÄd heart to heart;
But Cupid hath not struck them with his bow;
Lest that be thought, they sit five feet apart.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME