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theanimus3 · 15 days ago
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“There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside of them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself.”  ― Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf
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theanimus3 · 15 days ago
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In Armenian, when we want to say “damn you” or “go to hell”, we use the expressions "գրողը քեզ տանի" [groxy qez tani] or "գնա գրողի ծոցը" [gna (kori) groxi tsocy], which translate to “may the writer take you away” or “go and get lost in the writer’s embrace” in English. You might wonder, “Who is this writer-person?” and “Why is it considered a curse?”
According to traditional Armenian belief, Grox (the writer) is a spirit who records a person's deeds during their lifetime, determining the purity of their soul. This concept may be linked to Tir, the god of writing and literature in Armenian mythology. In some interpretations, it was believed that anyone whose name Tir wrote in his notebook would die. This is where the curse "may the writer take you" originates.
During the Christian era, Grox was mistakenly represented as a Christian spirit who no longer recorded human deeds but instead determined each person's fate, inscribing it on their foreheads. Over time, Grox came to be depicted as an evil spirit, sometimes identified with Satan. Thus, the curse "get lost in Grox’s embrace," which originally signified death, took on a more negative connotation. However, this was not originally characteristic of Grox in Armenian traditional beliefs.
So, if you want to get creative with your curses, instead of saying “go to hell,” you can use the phrase “get lost in the writer’s embrace”.
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theanimus3 · 16 days ago
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theanimus3 · 17 days ago
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I looked at my mother because I was a version of my mother. I looked away from my mother because I was a version of my mother. I was me, but I was also her—my mother, and I understood this all too well.
— Nora Lange, "Dog Star", pub. The Rupture (#120)
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theanimus3 · 21 days ago
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“November night. Brief note to self: Time to take myself in hand. To build into myself, to give myself backbone, however much I fail.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals”
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theanimus3 · 23 days ago
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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934
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theanimus3 · 23 days ago
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I’m simultaneously the most obsessive most detached girl in the world
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theanimus3 · 1 month ago
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i’ll miss you forever, beautiful boy.
sleep well.🕊️🤍
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theanimus3 · 1 month ago
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girlhood is sitting in the dark in the middle of the night crying to 1D songs.
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theanimus3 · 2 months ago
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The real luxuries in life are slow mornings, quiet moments, uninterrupted quality time and being with the people you love
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theanimus3 · 3 months ago
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Albert Camus, from a letter to Maria Casarès written in August 1948
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theanimus3 · 3 months ago
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theanimus3 · 3 months ago
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Neville Goddard, from The Power of Awareness
Text ID: The whole of creation exists in you, and it is your destiny to become increasingly aware of its infinite wonders and to experience ever greater and grander portions of it.
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theanimus3 · 3 months ago
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theanimus3 · 3 months ago
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Suzanne Scanlon, from "Committed: On Meaning and Madwomen," published in 2024
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theanimus3 · 3 months ago
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James Baldwin.
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theanimus3 · 3 months ago
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