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The West has deemed the lives in Iraq and Syria as small print

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”if you keep reading those feminist books it’s gonna make you angry!”

i was already angry anyways, i’m j able to describe it more effectively and i don’t think that’s a loss at all

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reading in bed

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do you ever think "damn why am i like this". and then you get hit with a montage of memories of why you're like that and you're like. ok, fair

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Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (translation by Stephen Mitchell)

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We feel safe in all the wrong places, most at home in flames.

Kemi Alabi, "Theory of Plate Tectonics" from Against Heaven

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my love for you would be intense. what do we call that? wearing your heart on your sleeves kind of love? my love would be sharp, maleficent. not in the sense that it will harm you but in the sense of the power it possesses.my love is earthy. it cradles you, it sees you. my love for you is delicate. for what has to be intense has to be delicate right? my love for you is human. it is kind as well as mean for I see humans that way. kind to you mean to me i suppose. my love for you looks for you in room a full of my beloveds. it comes across like i can love no one like i love you. it is unusual and abnormal. what magic power do you possess that a woman like me loves you above her? loving them more than loving themselves? isn't that all love is? look, i don't attach a negative connotation to it. to love you in a way you love i will lose myself a thousand times. that is my love for you. what is a kind of love above that? i am afraid though. that you might see violence in my love, greed, jealousy, suspicion, awfulness, very unloving, unlikely me. but my darling, for a love that has powers to cause creation also has power to cause destruction. that is my love for you. do not be afraid, i am a woman who would lose herself to love her beloved, she, i am difficult. i am stubborn and dangerous, like a woman. but i am also amenable and sensitive. you might wonder how a human can both at a same time. you see, love does that to you. it makes you ardent, restless, unapologetic. or worst, gives you the urge to kill. i could be what i want for what i want. i hope you interpret my words such a way that you understand me. because you know me better than i know myself. that is it. this is why my love for you, remains.

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Meeting the Man: James Baldwin in Paris, 1970 (dir. Terence Dixon)

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You should never feel bad about wanting to change or re-shape yourself into the person you want to be. Just because people have an old image of you in their minds, doesn’t mean it’s your responsibility to maintain that. Saying things like “what will they think of me?” will only place fear in your heart and paralyze you from reaching your greatest potential. You deserve to meet the highest version of youself during this lifetime. You can out grow, re-new, evolve as much as you desire. There’s so many layers to us, unravel and explore all of you.

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“Inasmuch as art preserves, with the promise of happiness, the memory of the goal that failed, it can enter, as a “regulative idea,” the desperate struggle for changing the world. Against all fetishism of the productive forces, against the continued enslavement of individuals by the objective conditions (which remain those of domination), art represents the ultimate goal of all revolutions: the freedom and happiness of the individual.”

— Herbert Marcuse, The Aesthetic Dimension

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Jenny Odell, How to do Nothing: Resisting the Attention Economy

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Photograph taken by Bruno Barbey during the May 68 unrest in Paris

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“I want to sleep with you, fall asleep and sleep. That magnificent folk word, how deep, how true, how unequivocal, how exactly what it says. Just―sleep. And nothing more. No, another thing: and know right into the deepest sleep that it is you. And more: how your heart sounds. And―kiss your heart.”

― Marina Tsvetaeva, Letters: Summer 1926