02/03/2021
02/03/2021
It’s not me.
It wasn’t me being so out of it that everything seemed dull.
There was and there is a reason.
No overthinking ended up being futile insofar as it became a starting point for a new series of events.
Things started making sense as some behaviors connected themselves with words spoken by the people in question.
Incongruent actions were carried out by people who are no more coherent themselves.
It’s okay as much as it will not worsen.
I will not just bear with it and that is a given.
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My world has yet to change.
What has fundamentally morphed is only myself,albeit I have to carry on like this for a while longer.
I must work on myself without trying to find distractions,whether they force themselves in my life or I let them in willingly.
It all depends on my capability of consciously making the decisions which are waiting in line and have been for a while.
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“Human beings are so made that the ones who do the crushing feel nothing; it is the person crushed who feels what is happening. Unless one has placed oneself on the side of the oppressed, to feel with them, one cannot understand.”
— Simone Weil, Lectures on Philosophy
The fact that you can feel so strongly for someone but they never have to feel the same. The fact that you can love and want only one person and they don’t have to feel the same. The fact that you can miss someone so much your heart aches for them, yet they can be fine without you
“Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there’s nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression.”
— Jasmine Warga, My Heart and Other Black Holes (via perfectquote)
“I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.”
— Roy Croft
Everything you did to me, I remember.
Mama, I made it out of your home alive, raised by the voices in my head.
— Warsan Shire, from “Extreme Girlhood,” Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
When you decide to touch a woman
Remember who gave you hands
When you crush her with words
Remember who gave you a tongue
When her heart cracks open and flows like a red river
Remember who will make your heart stop
(I hope God cuts off every part of you that was used to hurt a woman)
𝒃𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒉
“I suggest that the only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little farther down our particular path than we have yet got ourselves.”
—
E. M. Forster (1879-1970) English novelist, essayist, critic, librettist
“Losing your appetite because you’re sad is the worst feeling ever.”
—
You’re smiling at me like the gate is closed and there’s nowhere for me to go.
You’re smiling like I still want you
through all the slurring, the blurring of your addiction and the cold, long winter of your silence.
You’re smiling like we’re living a party, baby and my eyes aren’t on that neon exit.
You’re smiling like I’m a boomerang, destined to circle back right into your hand
to relive that experience.
Your biggest insult to me.
— s. lee { x }
“Nobody knows as yet what is normal. We only know what is customary.”
- Dr. Harry Benjamin
Spoiler alert: there IS no “normal.” There is: common, typical, etc. Normal is a judgment and a social control mechanism.
