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marie howe, what the living do

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I like the contrast between the softness of affection and the intensity of desire

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«Es hora de que mi imperio, ya demasiado crecido hacia afuera, empiece a crecer hacia adentro».

— Italo Calvino, Las ciudades invisibles (1972).

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"I wouldn't want to bother anyone," I say as the thing inside of me eats me alive.

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Botanical Garden, Bucharest, Romania, summer 2024

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if you feel like you don’t know yourself, i recommend keeping one notebook in that you put everything. thoughts, quotes you like, cool art work, postcards, to do lists, diary entries, reviews of books, tv shows, lists of things to to, places to travel or stuff to buy, playlists, moodboards, trackers, pictures, sticky notes, tickets of any kind, shadow work, letters, dried flowers or leaves, brain dumps, gratitude and plans. everything. while in the process of filling this journal you will get a sense of yourself, of things you like and little bits you didn’t know about yourself before, esp. once you reread old entries or look at old photos.

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sintra

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On the difficulty of defining Lacan's concept of jouissance

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"The moment you accept your fear will never happen, and neither will what you hope for, then the next moment when you try to arrange those thoughts into something like wisdom instead of despair."

Nate Lippens, Ripcord

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— fatima aamer bilal, from being unwanted is a language

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Eva Roemer

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There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.

Virginia Woolf

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Always Gatekeep, they didn’t search for it like you did, they dont love it as much as you do.

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why is it so difficult to not borrow grief from the future

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Else Fitzgerald, from "Everything Feels Like the End of The World," publ. in 2022