Well, it permeates;
Even my dreams,
It permanently taints.
But I’m still offering thanks to a God,
That I don’t believe in.
Because for all of your melodrama,
All I ever wanted to do was disarm ya;
See behind that pout of armour -
Though I know you don’t see it.
Parts 3 and 4 - Anti | @the-outsider-girl
“All my life,” she said, “I have been told ‘go’ and ‘come.’ I am told how I will live, and I am told how I must die. I must be a man’s servant and a mare for his pleasure, or I must hide myself behind walls and surrender my flesh to a cold, silent god. I would walk into the jaws of hell itself, if it were a path of my own choosing. I would rather die tomorrow in the forest than live a hundred years of the life appointed me. Please. Please let me help you.”
Valeria Luiselli, Tell Me How It Ends: An Essay in Forty Questions
Give company to our alone
I am letting you into my very soul, feeling like a whole, because you feel like home, like my very own.
“Friendship is an unambiguous human blessing, and what’s more, it is holier than love in that it does not require any kind of worship or renunciation of dignity, as does the latter.”
— Shahad Al Rawi, The Baghdad Clock
Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
i don’t think we talk about dead poets society enough . and no ,i don’t mean talk about the impeccable aesthetics . what i mean is that we don’t talk about the tragedy of this film . a young man taking his own life at such a young age , weighed down by the expectations of everyone around him . we don’t talk about how neil was already dead before that scene . you see it’s sad that i’ve watched a lot of films in my life yet this one, this one spreads dread inside me , it makes me relate to the boy that would rather not live at all ,than live a life without passion . how many teenagers out there have their dreams crushed every single day , how many depressed adults have had to leave their passions behind in exchange for their seemingly perfect lives . how many of us are trapped inside this vicious cycle of living but not actually feeling alive .
I have looked in vain for an anchorage in the boundless sea of pleasure and in the depth of understanding; I have felt the almost irresistible power with which one pleasure reaches out its hand to the next; I have felt the kind of meretricious ecstasy that it is capable of producing, but also the ennui and the distracted state of mind that succeeds it.
Søren Kierkegaard, from his journals, August 1, 1835
Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven
Rabindranath Tagore, from Gitanjali; “Song Offerings”
Text ID: —let me not forget for a moment, let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours.