“your gut instinct is not a liar, those initial feelings exist for a reason, sit on them if you need to, process whether your feelings are valid or just projections, but never dismiss your intuition when the signs are staring you in the face and your nervous system is agreeing.”

— iambrillyant

Cho Giseok

“Don Juanism: it is indeed because he loves them with the same passion and each time with his whole self that he must repeat his gift and his profound quest. Why should it be essential to love rarely to love much?”

— Camus

“If it were sufficient to love, things would be too easy. The more one loves, the stronger the absurd grows. It is not through lack of love that Don Juan goes from woman to woman. It is ridiculous to represent him as a mystic in quest of total love. But it is indeed because he loves them with the same passion and each time with his whole self that he must repeat his gift and his profound quest. Whence each woman hopes to give him what no one has ever given him. Each time they are utterly wrong and merely manage to make him feel the need of that repetition. ‘At last,’ exclaims one of them, 'I have given you love.’ Can we be surprised that Don Juan laughs at this? 'At last? No,’ he says, 'but once more.’ Why should it be essential to love rarely in order to love much?”

— Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus

eventually you realize you don’t want to die. you just don’t want to live the life you’re living. and slowly you try to create a life you want to live. just gotta start there.

it fucking sucks how you can do all the therapy and self healing in the world and you still have to wake up living under a capitalist death cult that's killed community and crushes your soul

I can't talk about it

i wanna meet myself from another person’s point of view and experience my own energy

wanting depressed and traumatized middle aged characters to kiss and hold hands can truly be something incredibly personal. 

James Baldwin.

“…I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again.”

— Joan Didion, Goodbye To All That

no alcohol in this flask girl this is miso soup