Wanna make a monster? Take the parts of yourself that make you uncomfortable—your weaknesses, bad thoughts, vanities, and hungers—and pretend they’re across the room. It’s too ugly to be human. It’s too ugly to be you. Children are afraid of the dark because they have nothing real to work with. Adults are afraid of themselves.
This.
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YOU ARE NOT FOR EVERYONE
The world is filled with people who, no matter what you do, will point blank not like you. But it is also filled with those who will love you fiercely. They are your people. You are not for everyone and that’s OK. Talk to the people who can hear you.
Don’t waste your precious time and gifts trying to convince them of your value, they won’t ever want what you’re selling. Don’t convince them to walk alongside you. You’ll be wasting both your time and theirs and will likely inflict unnecessary wounds, which will take precious time to heal. You are not for them and they are not for you; politely wave them on, and continue along your way. Sharing your path with someone is a sacred gift; don’t cheapen this gift by rolling yours in the wrong direction.
Keep facing your true north.
There is this idea that effortlessness is virtuous and appealing in a woman because we as a society don’t want to grapple with the fact that women have deep, profound desires that are being acted upon, whether that is by becoming and staying thin or cultivating intellectual or creative brilliance. We want women’s genius and beauty to be accidental, part of her very essence rather than something she worked hard for. We are still uncomfortable with the idea that women do real labor[.]
It’s better to know and be disappointed, than to never know and always wonder.
(via nakmorkesh)
Do the hungry ever sleep?
I want to believe it.But my carnivore heart
comes out after dark
waiting to be fed— E. Sparks, from “Carnivore Heart,” published in Luna Luna Magazine
“I cleaned my apartment when no one was coming over, and cooked elaborate meals with no guests in mind but myself. I began to learn to say “no” to things, to define space for myself. I considered decisions longer, and hurt people less. With no one else’s needs into which to escape, it becomes much more difficult to skid through life on self-delusion and comfortable ignorance. Living alone is a confrontation with the mirror, a removal, if only for certain hours of the day, from the social contract, outside the systems of manners that grow up around women like strangling vines. It is becoming the witch in the forest, powerful and watchful and silent, setting visitors on edge. […]
The things I miss could be seen as childish, a state of being in which I was never obligated to consider anyone’s needs other than my own. Women are pushed out of childhood so quickly, shoved without ceremony into the heavy social obligations of adulthood. Living alone is a reminder that we can make our bodies antisocial, hoarding our selfishness and our silence. Loneliness and solitude are privileges of thoughtless and full-throated adulthood traditionally handed to men and kept from women. They are the strange and rich pleasures of the world beyond the social, beyond the structures of home and family.”— Helena Fitzgerald. (via kuanios)
Great advice right here.
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, ‘Orpheus’
We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.
Music carries the weight of being human, takes it away so you don’t have to think at all, you just have to listen. Music tells every story there is.
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