A Message To You:
A message to you:
You’re pushing me away and I don’t know what to do. I care about you, I always have and I always will. Do you, do you care about me? You say you do, but then you ignore me. “I’m that way with everyone” you say, but there you are laughing, having a thirty minute conversation with another. When I try to talk to you, you barely respond; you brush me off. You’re someone I thought I’d know forever, but there you go slipping away from me. Although I’m fully capable, I don’t understand and I don’t think I ever will - because you’ll never tell me. Inseparable one minute, barely talking the next; oh, how the times change. I’d do anything to help you, and I’ve proven that. Once things got better for you, do you leave behind the ones who have helped you in the process? Is that what this is? You should surely be able to clear this up, but you won’t.
I’ve hurt my self to help you. I’ve made sacrifices to be there for you. Is that not enough? Is wanting what’s best for someone 24/7 not enough? I never asked for anything in return but honesty. This is didn’t even get.
So it’s been almost a month since you last texted me first to talk. And I realized that I shouldn’t have to question if you still want to be my friend or not. So our friendship is in your hands. Take care of it or don’t; I don’t care anymore. I love you and I’ll miss you and our close friendship but I’ve learned where I hold myself as a person. And I will never beg for someone’s attention, I will never force a friendship, and I will never keep myself in a toxic one-sided relationship. I’ve made the effort, now it’s your turn. I’ve shown you that I care, prove to me you do too. Nurture our friendship back to good health, if I really mean that much to you like you say.
I care too much about people. People take advantage of this. I get used; my feelings abused. Hopefully you won’t do the same.
There’s a chance you’ll see this but a very strong one you won’t (I assume you don’t pay attention to me as much as I do to you). If you do see this, you’ll know this is about you. I want you to see this, in fact I’ll be happy if you do.
Do what you want; it’s your life. But don’t you ever say I was the one who drifted away from you or that I was never there for you. I was, however you wernt. I still want to be friends, but a friendship can’t work if it’s only one way. At the end of the day, if you wanted to be my friend, you’d be acting like it.
- Your “Friend”
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I hope you never reach a point where nothing makes you feel better. Talking about it doesn’t make you feel better, staying silent doesn’t make you feel better. Seeing the ones you love doesn’t make you feel better, isolating yourself doesn’t make you feel better. Eating doesn’t make you feel better, starving yourself to feel a more urgent pain to distract you from the real one doesn’t make you feel better.
I hope you never have to write about it, and find out, that even that, no longer makes you feel the slightest bit better.
Clarice Lispector on the unknowable heaviness of existing
Quotes: Clarice Lispector
Art: Xi Huang, Su Xinyu, Clarice Lispector
This is for you Russo Brothers.
This is for you Marvel and you Kevin Feige.
Not only for killing off one of your most beloved and iconic characters in the stupidest most cruelest way for a cheap shock death because you wrote a shitty villain.
But for your disgustingly insensitive comments at your actor who we love Tom Hiddleston who deserves far better than you gave him.
This is for even thinking after 2 days of #bringbacklokialive and fans waiting to hear you explain your comments on that dumb as fuck podcast we would want Jane fucking Foster to come back.
I am so angry right now it’s not even funny.
Fuck you russo brothers.
Please sign the petition
https://www.change.org/p/marvel-studios-loki-returning-in-avengers-4-alive
Then it comes to me: Yes I’ll die, so will everyone, so has everyone. It’s what we have in common. And for a moment, the sorrow ceased, and I saw that it hadn’t been sorrow after all, but loneliness,
Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; “October”
Guys i don’t want to optimize you if you still care about genocide in gaza .
But the news saying the ceasefire agreement is done and they will maybe tomorrow Announce it .
Best thing is the isareli army will withdraw from all Gaza Strip that’s mean the Rafah border crossing will back to work again so i need your support your help so I could take my brother Mohammed out to be with his Son Zayed and his wife.
And didn’t told you before my brother Omar engaged and His fiancee still in north gaza. He asked me alot to tel you about her so he can also be with the love of his life.
Don’t think your contribution is small even the one dollar helps . Sharing also helping.
Look at those scratch marks. LOOK AT THEM. This was no misunderstanding. This person could’ve spoke a different language or not have the ability to speak at all and their message was still 100% clear and he 100% care only for what he wanted. Stop saying this BS. Stop joking about rape. Stop dismissing victims.
“little beast” richard siken / “samson” regina spektor / “fatima and manoubia” by alexandre roubtzoff / “break my heart” joy harjo / sappho trans. anne carson / “ginger and olive oil” by moju manuli
on being devoured by grief, by sorrow
fyodor dostoevsky, the dream of a ridiculous man // geloy concepcion // georges bataille, "esctacy" from guilty tr. bruce boone // sophocle's electra (tr. peter meineck and paul woodruff // anne sexton, from a letter to anne clarke written october 1964 // image via pinterest // callista buchen, taking care // rainer maria ralke // art by barbara kroll // haruki murakami, 1Q84
Nobody ever talks about how selfless it is to choose, over and over again, to not commit suicide. Nobody ever acknowledges the tremendous sacrifice suicidal people make every time we choose not to kill ourselves. When a person who is suffering so horribly that death seems like their best option decides not to take their one way out, and to instead remain in hell, day after day, month after month, year after year, because they don’t want to hurt the people they love, they are doing something extraordinary. Not killing yourself when it’s all you want to do is the purest act of love I can imagine. Dying for someone is easy - you don’t have to deal with any of the consequences, you have your moment of nobility and then it’s all over. But living for someone, when the simple fact of consciousness is literal torture for you? Every single suicidal person who ever made a choice to not kill themselves in a moment of misery is a goddamn hero in my eyes. Wanting to die and still surviving is an act of titanic courage and self-sacrifice. We deserve more credit for it.
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