Marguerite Duras, from The Lover
Text ID: I feel a sadness I expected and which comes only from myself. I say I’ve always been sad. That I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. That today, recognizing it as the sadness I’ve always had, I could almost call it by my own name, it’s so like me.
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“There is a twofold death; the One indeed universal known, in which the body is liberated from the soul; but the other peculiar to Philosophers in which the soul is liberated from the body. That which nature binds, nature also dissolves; that which the soul binds, the soul likewise can dissolve; nature, indeed binds the body to the soul, but the soul binds herself to the body.”
— Israel Regardie, The Philosopher’s Stone: Spiritual Alchemy, Psychology, and Ritual Magic
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Mahmoud Darwish, A River Dies of Thirst
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— a prayer, tathève simonyan
[text ID: a prayer / i look up at God and see my ceiling staring back at me. / whimpered prayers leaving through the gates of my lips, ricocheting and landing right onto my eyes. / now everything i see is tainted with the colors of my pending longings. / a desire so raw you could still see the specks of blood gathering at seams. / a prayer … / a man on his knees in front of a woman, hands on her hips, holding the cathedral that was neither built nor can be destroyed / lips kissing the source of life / lips kissing the source of light / lips kissing / a prayer! – a body to crawl into! (to grow into?) / a prayer! – a dead language we refuse to let go of, / a language of the dead that we refuse to let go of / a prayer! – Grandpa’s favorite tie, hanging from the bedroom door, decades after he passed / because my Grandma was the only one of us who knew what a prayer was / a prayer! – Grandma: “sitting with someone until they finish their meal is the purest sign of love” / a prayer! – i’ll sit with you till the very last sip, till the very last grain / a prayer! – a hymn to the Sun written by the coldest of hands / a prayer! – a mouth full of tongues that can never find the right language to weep in / Rage, that is love – rotten! / Rage, that is desire – rotten! / Rage! – like a prayer, unanswered, ricocheting from your ceiling and landing right onto your eyes, never quite reaching where it was meant to.]
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it’s unfair how i have the responsibility to heal myself when i didn’t cause my wound in the first place
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i wish i could cry like others do. sob until i can't breathe. i feel my emotions all at once without tears running down my cheeks. empty. emptiness is all i feel.
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Rainer Maria Rilke in a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, published in Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters
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god, please all i ask for is that you just kill me. murder me. please.
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after a long day, you lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling & thinking about how things could be different but they never will.
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my lover, loneliness.
loneliness consumes me.
he eats me until he feels sick.
so loneliness kills me.
he goes through my blood and bones
disgusting and ugly, he feels.
loneliness left me as everyone else did.
now, i smile red-eyed as i stare at my figure hanging from the ceiling.
my lover, loneliness .. are you happy now?
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i'd be hella rich lmaoo
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