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| “To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.” – Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living aug 9 2022 ∞
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jun 2 2022 + “You once told me that the human eye is god's loneliest creation. How so much of the world passes through the pupil and still it holds nothing. The eye, alone in its socket, doesn't even know there's another one, just like it, an inch away, just as hungry, as empty.” ― On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous “Is that what art is? To be touched thinking what we feel is ours when, in the end, it was someone else, in longing, who finds us?” ― Night Sky With Exit Wounds “You’re not a monster,” I said. But I lied. What I really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum , a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.” ― On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous “You’re a mother, Ma. You’re also a monster. But so am I—which is why I ca..._On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous_ feb 11 2022 ∞
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μυθόπλοϞος / mythweaver jul 5 2021 ∞
jul 7 2021 + “the number of hours we have together is actually not so large. please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving.” — mikko harvey, for m . “do you have any weapons on you? / i have a longing that’s killing me.” — mahmoud darwish, memory for forgetfulness: august, beirut, 1982 . “i want to be a warm yellow. i want to be a light blue. i want to be a colour and nothing else.” — helga floros, things i want to ask you . “the blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me.” — sean glatch, caffeine, pt. 1 . “my feelings for you are biblical; that is they are intense, reckless, arrogant, risky and unconcerned with the way of the world. i flaunt my bleeding wounds, madden with my certainty.” — jeanette winterson, the poetics of sex . “do you remember your childhood? / i lay in the forest. / still, more still than..._timor mortis_ . feb 11 2022 ∞
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