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legitimately worldview altering realisation and i'm not even employed right now

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bell hooks mentioned going through a time in her life where she was severely depressed and suicidal and how the only way she got through it was through changing her environment: She surrounded her home with buddhas of all colors, Audre Lorde’s A Litany for Survival facing her as she wakes up, and filling the space she saw everyday with reinforcing objects and meaningful books. She asks herself each day, “What are you going to do today to resist domination?” I also really liked it when she said that in order to move from pain to power, it is crucial to engage in “an active rewriting of our lives.”

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I love how every Murakami book starts with mocking the reader for believing that they know the reality they live in. Like you do not know what sort of ancient powers awake when you sleep, your reality is only one reflection of the infinite ones, you don't know what mysterious powers are causing the flow of time in your reality, you know only one single thread of the infinite tapestry that exists, but that one single thread is enough for you to unravel the meaning of your life.

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An old promo for the Drain Lords episode of The Pink Opaque. Does anyone know if this show is available to stream anywhere anymore?

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obsessed with stories that start out silly and stupid and then turn out to be deep and heartbreaking in their beauty. like okay, make me cry at midnight while i reflect on the true meaning of friendship i guess

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I assure you: somebody, somewhere, is on the exact same wavelength as you are.

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Maurice, (1987) dir. James Ivory

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Miffy as Ophelia, 2025

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The Lighthouse (2019)

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sandwith webweave

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Do It Anyway Music Video (2012)

Source: XJoe360

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richard siken

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i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

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Pink forget-me-nots growing in the shape of a heart

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