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“To try to not be more interesting but be more interested” literally changed my life perspective btw

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Suzanne Scanlon, from "Committed: On Meaning and Madwomen," published in 2024

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Clarice Lispector, from "Too Much of Life Complete Chronicles," publ. in 2022

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To put it very bluntly.

You will always make a better impact helping people who need it than trying to hurt people you think deserve it.

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— nipuna (via @nipsyyy)

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— Nicole Lyons

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Two rules for creating anything.

1) Make it weird.

2) Make it with love.

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vulnerability is clumsy but it’s the only thing worth anything

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why is privacy so eroded. I get treated like a nutcase if I say no, I don't want strange companies taking pictures of my home and putting them online for maps or whatever. I don't want to be in the background of your tiktok, and I think it's weirder for you to assume I'm okay with it than it is for me to politely ask you to refilm it so my face isn't in the frame. I don't enjoy handing my employer a list of every online account I have and feeling under surveillance when I'm just shit posting or sharing pictures of my cats or garden harvest. I don't want to hear your private calls on speaker on the bus, esp when the person on the line doesn't know you're broadcasting their words to strangers. I don't want an algorithm guessing what will piss me off the most so I spend more time online, engaging with shit I don't want to see or hear out of outrage. I don't want any of this. it's total ass.

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— nothingbutloveforyou

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i don't "date" and i don't "chill" and i don't "hang out." i make pacts. i swear oaths. i forge unbreakable bonds. this makes me a cool breezy person to take on road trips et cetera

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Ada Limón, from “I Have Wanted Clarity in Light of My Lack of Light”, The Hurting Kind

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The duality of man is thinking “children cannot help themselves and we all need to be patient with them as they explore what it means to be human in public” and also “damn, I wish this crying baby was not on the plane rn :/“

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non è andato perso

il mio bacio

l'hai preso

e ora lo tieni in bocca

conservato

giusto lì

dove dovrebbe stare

giusto lì

dove vorrei stare

© Set'aMaj

ti leggo le mie poesie, ascoltami qui

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הבל | hevel

This is how it goes: God whispers in Cain’s jealous ear, drawing his attention to the Sin crouched at his doorway. Sin has haunted eyes and a mouth that has been kissed. Let there be no doubt that Sin has been kissed, with a wet-red mouth that may taste of blood or pomegranate or the electric crackle of a stoplight. Cain looks at Sin. He runs his tongue over his teeth.

This is how it goes: Cain leaves the house at one am in bare feet and a hoodie, careful to avoid the last stair that creaks, and treks out into the Field. There are many fields in the world but there is only one Field. Cain feels the difference in the grass when he crosses the border from field to Field, the way the grey-green blades stand up at attention in his wake, the way the dirt turns ice-cold and furious beneath his heels. The earth is good with foreshadowing. The tree of Knowledge has deep roots.

This is how it goes: God says, I will take you or your brother.

God says, You get to choose.

And Cain says, “When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.”

I have never made brothers before, God explains. That is how I thought they were made. What more do you want?

“I want to steal some of his kindness,” Cain says, and shakes his pocket knife out of his sleeve.

Back at home, Abel sits up in his bed with a start, heart racing. That was close, he thinks, that was a damn close one, and does not know why.

In the Field, the ground warms as blood seeps into the dirt. 

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Amal El-Mohtar/Max Gladstone, This Is How You Lose the Time War

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There is so much more life to live when you stop constantly obsessing over who will think you're a bad person or not understand you

I am learning this in the tiniest bites but it pierces me deeply