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Mary Oliver, Long Life: Essays and Other Writings
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C.S. Lewis once wrote,
"I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief"
And I think we all needed to hear that.
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I don’t know how to exist without editing myself to be accepted
I don’t know how to write pretty words with immense emotions
I don’t know how to turn blood into something beautiful
I don’t know how to be loved
All stiff and unyielding as if the act of being loved was something immoral I was protecting myself from
It’s just blood, all that I speak and feel
It leaks from my body, from the various wounds I’ve aggravated
I can never leave them alone
All I see are the scars that make up all of me
And sometimes I see beauty in them, and know I’ve made it up in my mind
Because if I didn’t, I don’t know that I’d be here, happy
But I’m so inexplicably sad sometimes
Because the memories haven’t left me
And sometimes I forget how to love myself
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Carnal pleasure,
I fear I have no real desire
Outside of wanting you
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Sometimes it just feels like it
Like I live in the dust that her feet kick up
And she doesn’t notice me
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You wished to be embraced by death
Then you wished to be embraced
Neither came when you wanted them to
Oh, girl, is your life going to be all wanting,
And emptiness.
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Writing is the easier way to be heard sometimes
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Even if a star has eyes to see, it would see its own light.
Maybe you are in that moment… between dying and birth.
You are in death.
Whether you may burn light or swallow it…
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Look at me acting as if I’m not crying and that it tears me apart, like I can never reveal the worst parts of me, the parts I’m ashamed of. Would you care to know? I wouldn’t ever reveal myself unless you asked for it. But you don’t even know that you’re not seeing the whole of me. Is that my fault or yours?
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So within two days of each other, Fox News writes an article comparing aromanticism and asexuality to pedophilia, and then Matt Walsh releases a video saying asexuality is a mental illness and asexuals are tricking teenagers into having depression.
Not sure what’s going on right now over in Conservative World, but it’s a hell of wild U-turn for them to suddenly switch from “Oh no! The left is sexualizing our children!” to “Oh no! The left is asexualizing our children!”
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today was perfect!! i woke up before my alarm went off, had a bowl of yogurt topped with crunchy granola, blueberries, raspberries and caramel sauce for breakfast! studied for like three hours, went on a nice long walk after lunch, visited the local bookstore & bought new books!!, sunset at the beach with my childhood friend & then we grabbed some cotton candy, had pasta for dinner & now im showered and curled up watching my fave ghibli movie 🫐📑🌅❣️!!
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every so often im struck by the memory of one of my college professors getting very angry with our class (art history of pompeii 250) because when she excitedly detailed the ingenious roman invention of heated floors in bathhouses via hearths in small crawlspaces, we asked who was tending the fires. she said "oh, slaves i suppose. but that isnt the point". and we said that it actually very much was the point. she had just told us that in roman society there were dozens of people, maybe hundreds, who spent every day of their enslaved lives crawling in cramped, hot, smoky tunnels to light fires to warm pools of water (which they were not allowed to swim in). how could that not be the point?
she wanted us to focus on the art, on the innovation of heated plumbing, on the tiles and decorations of the bathhouses, and all we wanted to do was learn more about the people under the floors. and she didn't know anything more about that. in fact, she said she thought we were focusing too much on superfluous details.
it feels almost hokey to put too fine a point on the idea im getting at here but i will anyway: There are a lot of people who are still under the floors. all these beautiful, convenient, brilliant innovations of modern society (think fast fashion, chatgpt, uber, doordash) are still powered by people working in inhumane, untenable conditions.
the people who run these systems want you to focus on the good - who doesnt love warm water? - but if anything is going to improve or change in our lifetimes, you need to examine these things with an attentive, critical, and empathetic eye. and for fucks sake stop ordering from amazon
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