“i want him to know i am not lonely i have ghosts i have my illnesses i have a mouthful of half-languages & blood thick with medication doctors line up to hear my crooked heart”— Safia Elhillo, “Abdelhalim Hafez Wants to See Other People,” from Asmarani (via bostonpoetryslam)
“It’s not ‘natural’ to speak well, eloquently, in an interesting articulate way. People living in groups, families, communes say little–have few verbal means. Eloquence–thinking in words–is a byproduct of solitude, deracination, a heightened painful individuality.”— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh
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“In that instant, I started seeing my body as my ally, and I started nurturing a new belief that I could trust my body to tell me the truth. Pain, after all, is the body talking. Panic is the body talking. More times than not the message is simply, ‘There is more to heal.’”—
Andrea Gibson
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“I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren’t the same thing.”—
Maggie Stiefvater, Forever
(via goodreadss)Cognitive dissonance
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“There is no sleep for this lonely.”
“Only to the white man was nature a wilderness and only to him was the land ‘infested’ with ‘wild’ animals and ‘savage’ people. To us it was tame, Earth was bountiful and we were surrounded with the blessings of the Great Mystery.”— -Black Elk, Oglala Lakota Sioux (1863-1950)
“An emotionally abusive relationship, in very simplistic terms, is much like standing up in a too hot bath and sinking back in so as not to feel so dizzy.”— Jackie Haze, Borderless
me before work: i hate work i would honestly rather die than set foot in that building even just the idea of working makes my stomach churn FUCK working FUCK my boss FUCK the customers and mostly FUCK capitalism
me at work: honestly? this isn’t bad! i’m just doing my thing! making some money! it’s not like i would be doing anything constructive at home anyway! i love working!
me after work: that was the worst day of my whole entire life i wish i was dead FUCK working FUCK my boss FUCK the customers and mostly FUCK capitalism
if you ever need a good cry just read up on st thecla, who was sentenced to die by beasts for defending herself from a rapist, and how in the amphitheater the most fierce of all of the creatures, a she-lion, fell at her feet and groomed her, and then protected her from all the other animals, culminating in a confrontation with a he-lion, where the exhausted, wounded lioness kills him but dies in the process, and how witnessing this fueled the women of the city to rise in protection of thecla when they realize the lioness can no longer protect her
like the detail that its a lioness who comes to thecla’s defense is really highlighted in the text and the detail that she dies protecting the girl from a male lion is also highlighted and thats so significant considering the fact that thecla is to be killed because she fought off a powerful man from raping her, and that paul basically abandons her (TWICE), but then its the women of the city who protect her chastity, who take her hands while she is lead to the amphitheater, who step up and call out the atrocity of the sentencing and denounce the governor and support thecla in a voice so loud that “the whole city seemed to be shaken”, and drug the next round of beasts to sleep, like.
a girl ripping the crown from the head of her rapist, surrogate momma lion’s tearing rabid bears to pieces, women shaking cities to the ground with their voices its a good saint story