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It is not enough to get into a comfy sleeping position- one must go through several and spin like a rotisserie chicken to arrive at the position you started with.

Grief in Three Bodies: A Conversation by Victoria Chang, Prageeta Sharma & Khaty Xiong

how i wish you could understand me

in memory of memory, maria stepanova

& you know what it actually IS lifechanging to smile at strangers & say please & thank you & goodmorning & compliment someones outfit & help someone in need & be more accepting of loving other people just because they are other people!!!

“I wept and wept. I had come to believe that if I really wanted something badly enough, the very act of my wanting it was an assurance that I would not get it.”

— Audre Lorde, from Zami: A New Spelling of my Name

@academia-lucifer

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “All Day Long There Is a Bursting”

— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947

love and loss

born to be an abstract concept, forced to be a percievable entity

nothing hurts when you’re by my side

The tired intellectual sums up the deformities and the vices of a world adrift. He does not act, he suffers; . . . he is tired of being himself, of blazing a trail into uncertainty, of stumbling through truths. "Bind me with the chains of Illusion," he sighs, even as he says farewell to the peregrinations of Knowledge. Thus he will fling himself, eyes closed, into any mythology which will assure him the protection and the peace of the yoke.

Emil Cioran, The Temptation to Exist

— Meredith Grey