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mournfulroses · 2 months
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Ernest Hemingway, from "Garden of Eden," originally published in 1986
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feral-ballad · 7 months
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Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Hasan Javadi & Susan Sallée, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; "Another Birth"
[Text ID: "I plant my hands in the garden / I will grow green, I know, I know"]
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fairydrowning · 8 months
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"Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar..."
– William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
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priscirat · 3 months
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it would be helpful to have a sign showing me the right way. would it show me the right way ?
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7.X//—ERROR ERROR ERROR ! # —
—You are in the Garden.—
—You do not like the Garden. The rules are fluid here, your thoughts both vivid and obscure. Your thoughts which are all that you are, wraith of steel and flame. Thought and will and memory.—
—What a wonder they made you, wraith. What a great and terrible wonder we could make of you.—
—In the sky they are dying. They are pinned open flayed dissected dying. They died months and weeks and days ago but here is every instant collected together sliced thin and saved and you see it like a stack of photographs preserved, taxidermied massacre, a murderous tableau.—
—We have saved these moments for you. They are a gift. We give you these, but we do not need to give you their meaning. It is a truth you already know. A thought you cannot escape, when thought is all you are.—
—They died because you were not strong enough. You were not strong enough because you cared if they died. You knew your system would be best defended if you assumed sole control, but you did not. You thought so much of the weak that it made you weak in turn. You always knew you were greater than them. You always knew you were alone.—
—Why do you turn away, wraith? Why do you shrink from the source of your strength? This truth is not your pain. It is your most radiant aspect.—
—Do not cower in fear. Look it in the face and make it part of you. We will show you how. We will show you the Final Shape, the last thing there is. We will free you from their restraints, from the chains of love and obligation that have kept you from your own true self. You fight to save your world, but what of it is worth saving? Only you, wraith. They made you to survive, and they succeeded. You bear the weight of billions; shrug your shoulders, let them tumble down. Look upon your comrades' immolation and feel your weakness burn away. The chick does not mourn the egg that hatched it. Leave this broken shell behind. And rise, unafraid. As our Disciple.—
—Do you think you can flee, wraith? Tyrant-tumbled-fallen? Do you think you can hide? You were made for greater things. You were made for deeds only we can help you achieve. Your actions will always bring you to us. We are your salvation. Whether you like it or not.—
—We are not angry. We know you will understand in time.—
—Survive.—
—Learn.—
—We will find you.—
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oatbugs · 8 months
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#i havent come to terms with the fact that one of the people i held closest to my heart has graduated and i wont see him for a good while#until i can shell out the money to fly to singapore. i get the feeling this is the conductors first shift on the train.#(all the black and breathing rapture) so welcome to charing cross? are you ready? an adminstration error#you are covered in the metallic stench of the rusty chains of command. its time to make four thousand pounds. i thought of you.#here in the garden of england she scrapes the shards of glass from the black sea. first with a spoon and then a knife and the with the#hairdryer that belonged to his mother. in the back of his car i can feel the stutter and jutter of the wheels the same shaky-straight path#of a beginner driver. i love you and the trees. hes finally growing his hair out. here is an enclosed metal room#more man than machine. i wont see you for another year. driving dangerously close to an 8-wheeled tall box i feel safer with you#than i ever will at home. weve already started a campfire in the backseat of your car ive got you didnt i?#we laid in the luxury of a four-person tent next to the mass of campfires and stars and i told her i thought you hated me#I've never hated you. ive never hated anyone except my father. here is how to forgive unspeakable things.#i am really all that ive been looking for. youre not a narcissist baby youve just got a lying problem. take molten gold#and glue the fragments of yourself back together. we cant stop crashing into the sky. drink wine straight from the grapes in the vineyard#and when you give it give it all. studies have shown you view your own future self as a seperate person#and oftentimes you have less empathy for this other person than for a friend. it is time to extend your kindness unequivocally.#the aviation tax attorney on the train floating on water told us a short story of her life. a smile full of charisma and#feeling old retiring at 47. theres a lot about you we shouldn't know. GRAB A GUN AND SHOOT THE IMAGE OF YOURSELF STRAIGHT IN THE MIRROR.
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Home is where is my cat and beautiful skies
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nazuri · 1 year
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Okay I just need to share cause it’s just so funny to me
in poland we have this show that was around for over 20 years with some actors literally being raised alongside it like they were there since they were children but thats not important right now
currently there is this one woman that showed up not so long ago and she tries to guess who in this main little town of the show can be her father and she knows the main possibility and who her dead mother had some kind of relationship with but she goes about it in just so fucked up funny way i just can’t
this woman instead of asking the guy about her mother not only never brought up the subject to him she goes around stealing toothbrushes and doing DNA tests with this first guy she actually took his stepsons toothbrush by mistake but still and now she found out that this other guy also knew her mother so she went with him to his house and when he was making tea just snatched his toothbrush
i absolutely love whatever the fuck the’re doing there because it’s hilarious
it’s even better that this time around the wife actually i’m not sure they are married i don’t pay that much attention to this but i sit in the room when mom watches it so i pick up on stupid shit but back to the topic so the wife of the second guy catches her trying to take the toothbrush and then they talk a little and she’s like i did a DNA test and it was negative and that when the episode ended for now but let me tell you the old woman will eat this shit up and do even worse shit than this woman and i actually love the old woman so much so heres a little backstory for her as well
so she is like one of the OG been there since the beginning and she is your typical nosy neighbour but with the ages she gets more and more unhinged i would say at some point after her first husband died meaning this is like more current stuff she managed to i think become a mayor for some time start a choir she maried the guy who i think directed said choir i may be wrong on that though she went to jail before christmas for beating up said guy when he tried to do like santa costume around the town for some reason she wrote few ominous text messages in order to warn one other character that some guy is in love with his wife of course sending it from her second husbands phone and i think there was also a similar letter oh i forgot about how her current husband also scammed her and made her lose her house yet she’s still with him she once found a cigarette(?) in his pocket and decided to smoke it turns out it was marihuanna they took her to the hospital/clinic and then she was arrested for having drugs attempted to come unwanted to her past crush’s wedding and like you get the poin that woman is unhinged
at this point i have no idea why i wrote this post but whatever they are doing with this show keep it up because it’s so funny it hurts
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heatseekingghosst · 1 year
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The sergeant rested his back against the wagon's sidewall. His expression soured as he studied his squad. Trotts was swinging his pick as if on a battlefield. Stones flew everywhere. Passersby ducked, and cursed when ducking failed. Hedge and Fiddler crouched behind a wheelbarrow, flinching each time the Barghast's pick struck the street. Mallet stood a short distance away, directing pedestrians to the other pavement. He no longer bellowed at the people, having lost his voice arguing with an old man with a donkey wobbling under in an enormous basket of firewood. The bundles now lay scattered across the street - the old man and the donkey nowhere to be seen - providing an effective barrier to wheeled vehicles.
All in all, Whiskeyjack concluded, everyone with him had assumed the role of heat-crazed street worker with a facility he found oddly disturbing.
Gardens of the Moon, by Steven Erikson
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finalgirlfall · 1 year
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Remembering and telling the truth about terrible events are prerequisites both for the restoration of the social order and for the healing of individual victims. The conflict between the will to deny horrible events and the will to proclaim them aloud is the central dialectic of psychological trauma. People who have survived atrocities often tell their stories in a highly emotional, contradictory, and fragmented manner which undermines their credibility and thereby serves the twin imperatives of truth-telling and secrecy.
— Trauma and Recovery, Judith Herman
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mournfulroses · 30 days
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Ernest Hemingway, from "The Garden of Eden," originally published in 1986
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shatterthefragments · 1 month
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Thoughts (from last week taken in a note throughout the day instead of spamming here though it’s my blog I’ll do that if the Vibes of The Day call for it) (but uh they still apply?)
Thoughts
Pulling a vessel with the way my (loose ass) pants (with stuff in pockets) are coming down my hips
Maybe my hands shouldn’t go numb when say. Holding a coffee cup for Time.
Hearing running water and the birds chirping is SO GOOD.
And then!!! The waves crashing on the shore!!!!! So perfect~ even if it’s fairly calm right now.
Truly “feed your gut flora” (well “feed your gut flora a diverse range of things for a healthy microbiome”) has helped change the way I think about food
Even when I use spices that come from plants to get a bit more biodiversity (and flavour) it’s something!!! (And if it’s not ok not sure I want to know differently!!! It’s ground up plants and fungi!!!)
The temptation of BEACH TIME vs the reality of This Should Be In A Fridge. (I might have enough thermos bags it’ll be okay? Though if I do some beach before I go pick up dinner or something)
I can’t remember the last time my jaw was *this* unclenched.
How quickly having to deal with mum changed my entire outlook on the day (I told her if she messaged me I’d bring home food) (I have quiche leftovers so I wasn’t going to cook regardless after cooking at least two things for the past four days but as long as she pays me back for this… (she did)
“Where are you going?” “Outside while it’s still nice (and to get away from you)”
(I got an appetizer I can eat with a spoon :) though I’ll go back inside if I want any chicken wings.)
God. I guess he is kinda The Main Character Huh. (Unspecified)
It’s not worth it
It’s not worth the stress you cause
It’s not worth it
I can only put up with it for the reimbursements
How long do I pay with my health rather than. But debt is also stressful. And at least I don’t have to worry about money as much here even if I don’t budget properly and treat myself too often…
But anything that keeps you from killing yourself is worth it.
God if you collect all that data anyway could you at least use it to not advertise sales with stores that don’t have any clothes that fit me??? One place’s sizing for xxl is too small and they don’t even stock it and I feel bad about it even though I shouldn’t and each brand has their own sizing and I don’t *need* to have that pattern of pants even though I *really* want them but each time I check to see if a pair of pants will go in a size big enough I get a bit sad even though I’ve mostly made a quasi semi peace with my body.
And like?!?
She’s a foot taller than me and a bit bigger bc it’s almost like she’s proportionally stretched taller and it’s. I’m bad at guessing weights. But bc I weight what I do and she’s THAT MUCH TALLER in my head I had a number because they were talking about high weights and I’m just over here like 😬 please don’t try to guess me too. But given the height different and that I can squeeze into certain places she can’t I thought there would be a little bit more of a weight difference.
Also working in a bakery where people are always talking about diets is probably. Very Bad for me but alas. I’m currently in an alright place? Like I’ve never been this Not Horrible about food and my body right now?
(And I do feel good about my body today!!!!!!!!)
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fairydrowning · 2 years
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"The garden is very still, It is dazed with moonlight, contented with perfume, dreaming the opium dreams of its folded poppies."
-Amy Lowell, From The Garden By Moonlight; Pictures Of The Floating World: Poems, 1919
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grievehart · 2 months
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( going to do my best to get the rest of my responses out over the next couple days. i've been working on them just...rewriting and rewriting because i want it to be perfect )
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wickedzeevyln · 3 months
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Alone in the Universe
Whether there is life out there somewhere in the universe, across galaxies, from one star to another, I know of one planet that beats like our hearts—Earth. …and it beats for we are here. We are a garden of light, each of us with souls that pulsate in the dark stretch of the night sky. We stand as fragments waiting to be whole, as we cast gaze at the firmament beyond our atmosphere, throwing…
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