I can’t wait to keep growing and becoming more Me … but better

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Extracts from the Living series, by Jenny Holzer

one thing about me is that I'm looking stuff up. you mentioned something and I don't know it? I am pulling out my phone and googling that shit. an actor? theoretical physics? a world leader? a vocabulary word? I am on the wikipedia page as we speak

something vindictive but ultimately harmless I do at work is that if you’re at my register and you’re rude to me and you pay with cash I am finding the most disgusting desolate fucked up unspeakable coin I can to give to you. oh you were mean to me? you’re getting the yucky nickel bitch

people in books and tv shows are always getting so upset they throw an untouched meal in the trash. that would never be me. i'd receive the worst news of my life and still be like Let me put this in the fridge.

crying

Uh....australian here. We don’t talk like that. At all. This shits closer to how white South Africans talk lmao

Uh...white south African here. Neither do we lol

uh... white person here. i jack off to goombas from the super mario bros games

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

@vape-president U can't leave this one in the tags chief

—Caitlyn Richardson, 'can intellectual intimacy replace physical desire?', in milk fed

this!!!

Oscar Wilde, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Oscar Wilde

"you have both; they must never leave you."

emotionally retreating from everyone to focus on getting worse

Foie Graphics

"i’ll lighten up eventually, but lately i’ve been deep diving into the “gift of tears” an ancient belief that some sorrow is sacred. ⠀ early monks called it penthos: sorrow that cleanses, a second baptism. not weakness, but recognition but of beauty, grief, love and loss. a way the soul speaks when language fails. ⠀ i’ve cried lately over kindness, grief, animals mourning their people. and it doesn’t feel pathetic. sometimes it feels devotional. ⠀ they said if you cried during prayer, it meant divinity was near. ⠀ if you’ve cried this week, maybe it wasn’t just sadness. maybe it was holy."

-Foie Graphics