aroojkirran
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aroojkirran · 25 days ago
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“I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception.”
— Unknown
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aroojkirran · 1 month ago
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“You were once wild. Don’t let them tame you.”
— Isadora Duncan
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aroojkirran · 1 month ago
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aroojkirran · 1 month ago
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"Growing Around Grief"
Lois Tonkin, 1996
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aroojkirran · 1 month ago
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White Nights, Fyodor Dostoevsky
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aroojkirran · 1 month ago
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You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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aroojkirran · 1 month ago
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“Self care is not selfish or self indulgent. We cannot nurture others from a dry well. We need to take care of our own needs first, then we can give from our surplus, our abundance.”
— Jennifer Loudon
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aroojkirran · 1 month ago
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I’ve spent so much time in my head and in my heart that I forgot to live in my body.
Tara Hardy
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aroojkirran · 1 month ago
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“I hope that you never, not even for one second, become a secondary character in your own story.”
— spanish teacher
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aroojkirran · 1 month ago
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“The soul always knows what to do to heal itself, the challenge is to silence the mind.”
— Book of serenity
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aroojkirran · 1 month ago
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“I withdraw from people and places from time to time. I need space from a world that is filled with millions of mouths that talk too much but never have anything to say.”
— Kaitlin Foster
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aroojkirran · 1 month ago
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“It is burning of the heart I want; this burning which is everything, more precious than a worldly empire, because it calls God secretly, in the night.”
— Rumi
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aroojkirran · 2 months ago
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Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness
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aroojkirran · 2 months ago
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“You need to make space in your heart for someone who has the capacity to love you just as much as you love them.”
— Unknown
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aroojkirran · 2 months ago
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this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.
good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.
sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.
so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.
one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.
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aroojkirran · 2 months ago
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— Nicole Lyons
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aroojkirran · 2 months ago
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—Virginia Woolf
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