maushb

[maushb]

Today, in a memorable moment, from a gloomy afternoon, the wind blew away the pink bedsheet which was mounted over my window, the one that I was using as a curtain. I went over towards it, and froze.

Perhaps, the cold wind froze me.

Perhaps, it was my awful mind, playing a silly game, yet again.

My fingers were wet from minutes ago when I was touching myself and now they disgust me greatly.

There is no coherence in my thoughts, yet all conclusions have already been formed, about what is happening and what is supposed to happen. How am I rationalising, when I'm so flung by my emotions?

Everything is clear, yet nothing is apparent. Fucking moods.

Don't worry, I write insanely to keep me sane.

[maushb]

//Maybe in a parallel universe, on an another timeline, a different choice of action, a different consequence, led you to me, and we shared a cosmos, our very own cosmic event.// Art by Anders Rokkum

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[maushb]

all good things come to an end

Attraction - Separation Edvard Munch

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[maushb]

i let him choke out the frailest part of my body

~ Emma Ruth Rundle

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[maushb]

“I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.”

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[maushb]

//You want to understand everything, because you fear what can't be understood. There are a million things that may not make sense. You can only lose the fear and accept that fact. Might make things easier.//

self

[maushb]

My moon is at home, in Cancer. Then why aren't I?

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[maushb]

//I feel like a drop of oil paint in water, I can only float and never dissolve.//

self

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[maushb]

“There is an ocean of silence between us… and I am drowning in it.””

—  Ranata Suzuki

[maushb]

//At 5:44 PM, while a million thoughts were racing through my mind each of them desperate for a resting spot, at that very same time the sky broke into an orange glow. The serenity of the setting sun finally set my mind to rest, though it rested only to indulge myself with a silent reverie about you. And, I was lost again.//

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[maushb]

there is a way to kiss her that turns her playful laugh into a seriousnes, how October turns to November

[maushb]

“The cat, which is a solitary beast, is single minded and goes its way alone…” H. G. Wells

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[maushb]

“It makes me uncomfortable to talk about meanings and things. It’s better not to know so much about what things mean. Because the meaning, it’s a very personal thing, and the meaning for me is different than the meaning for somebody else.”

— David Lynch

[maushb]

//I don't know, if losing people is making me lose my mind or losing my mind is making me lose people. Either way, it pains so much. I need to be sedated with something strong, perhaps some love?//

maush

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[maushb]

"Anne, I don't want to live. . . . Now listen, life is lovely, but I Can't Live It. I can't even explain. I know how silly it sounds . . . but if you knew how it Felt. To be alive, yes, alive, but not be able to live it. Ay that's the rub. I am like a stone that lives . . . locked outside of all that's real. . . . Anne, do you know of such things, can you hear???? I wish, or think I wish, that I were dying of something for then I could be brave, but to be not dying, and yet . . . and yet to [be] behind a wall, watching everyone fit in where I can't, to talk behind a gray foggy wall, to live but to not reach or to reach wrong . . . to do it all wrong . . . believe me, (can you?) . . . what's wrong. I want to belong. I'm like a jew who ends up in the wrong country. I'm not a part. I'm not a member. I'm frozen."

Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

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[maushb]

//I'm really tired, of my mind taking me to places where there is nothing but pain for me. Just for a moment, I'd like for myself to feel happy for whatever little I've accomplished. Instead my mind wanders to the darkest of places accusing me for not having done enough, accusing me of my own pain. If I surrender and let my mind take over, things would probably be easy yet there would be no coming back. The only hope being death, an inevitable consequence for all life.// maush

Art: Aleksandra Waliszewska

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[maushb]

“Humans in love are terrible.”

— anne carson, ‘plainwater’