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nicklloydnow · 9 months
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“Saintliness is a negative sort of perfection. I love life too much to attain it. Because of my reserves of health, I remain a heavenly interloper. There are illnesses that can only be treated with a good dose of divinity, but I prefer the alleviation of pain provided by earthly tranquilizers. I don't have the gift of infinite joy and pain which used to throw Saint Teresa of Avila and Angela da Foligno into ecstasy. I am healthy, that is I can stand and talk about God, not fall down at the very thought of him. What a heavy price one must pay for one's health!” - Emil Cioran, ‘Tears and Saints’ (1937) [p. 60]
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freewayhaunt · 2 years
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"The Church was wrong to canonize so few women saints. Its misogyny and stinginess makes me want to be more generous. Any woman who sheds tears for love in loneliness is a saint. The Church has never understood that saintly women are made of God's tears"
- Emil Cioran
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elizabethanism · 1 year
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“I imagine man’s isolation thus: a wintry landscape in which the snow is like materialised ingenuity; a light mist blurring the contours of the land; white silence—and in it, Man, ghost-like, an exile among the snow flakes.”
“Someday this old shack we call the world will fall apart. How, we don’t know, and we don’t really care either. Since nothing has real substance, and life is a twirl in the void, its beginning and its end are meaningless.”
“Thus we live our life as if it were a variation on the theme ‘here lies...’ (...) The sky teeming with worms... Baudelaire taught me that life is the ecstasy of worms in the sun, and happiness the dance of worms.”
“Silence can be so deep sometimes that you hear thoughts rustling in freshly dug graves. The light flutter of butterfly wings in the mountains, when the wailing of the wind dies down, vexes even their hushed silence.”
Nothing evokes the landscape and emotions of childhood better than Cioran. I remember his words and it instantly takes me back to winters reading by the fireplace, to summers digging through the ground; tulip bulbs, fallen cemetery tombstones, and the distant pale blue sky...
“Would we remember anything that was not tinged with bitterness and replete with intimations of mortality?”
Cioran, Tears and Saints
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beljar · 2 years
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What shall we tell the blind woman in Rilke's poem who lamented that 'I can no longer live with the sky upon me'? Would it comfort her if we told her we can no longer live with the earth underneath our feet?
Emil Cioran, from Tears and Saints, 1937
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everythingoes18 · 1 year
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730 días sin ti
Cómo han pasado los años (8) hace dos años de haber roto conmigo.
Hace dos años donde sentí que la vida se me iba de las manos
Hace dos años donde creí que iba a morir sin ti
Hace dos años donde experimenté una de las peores sensaciones de la vida
Pero quién diría que eso sería mi salvación después de dos años.
Ahora, te agradezco tanto que tú mismo hayas tomado la iniciativa de terminar conmigo. Por qué yo no lo hubiera hecho. Recuerdo saber que andabas tan feliz y contento después de terminar conmigo mientras yo estaba destrozada, recordarlo me hace darme cuenta que valió la pena el sufrimiento para estar donde estoy ahora. Me enteré que tú y tu "amor" (que por cierto, por la que me terminaste) ya terminaron LMAO
Una parte de mi lo lamentaba y lo sentía, por qué pasar por un rompimiento es algo que no le deseo a nadie
Otra parte de mi estaba tan feliz tan alegre y no dejaba de agradecer al bendito karma.
Pero....
No te deseo el mal, ya no. Dónde quiera que estés, deseo que triunfes y puedas tener a tu lado a esa persona que sin miedo le grite a los 4 vientos el amor que siente por ti. Que te presuma, que te haga feliz, que te apoye y no te haga cargar con todo el peso de la relación. Que te respete, te sea fiel, que sea todo eso que te mereces. Pero ponte las pilas, confío en que eres más maduro a estas alturas. Gracias por todo
Gracias por dejarme ir
Gracias por tantas enseñanzas
Gracias por el amor que me diste y gracias por saber lo que no quiero en mi vida
Hoy te sonrió desde mi libertad, desde mi tranquilidad, desde mi espacio seguro y en paz.
Siempre quiero hacer un tipo de poesía pero eso no se me da, al final siempre es una carta expresando lo que pienso y siento. En fin.
Gracias a ti, por tomarte el tiempo de leer esto. Si estás en el proceso de un rompimiento, créeme que todo pasa
Va a pasar
Te va a doler a horrores
Pero soportarlo, tu puedes
Estarás mucho mejor.
Tiempo al tiempo
Tqm ♥️.
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noikaido309 · 1 year
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blinkies dump that i made for my spacehey profile bc i couldn't found any of the ones i wanted, they’re not really good bc its my first time doing blinkies but i might as well make the post public for anyone else that might want them or smth idk! ( i dont take full credit bc i just re-edited gifs or blinkies that other ppl already made )
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thefirstknife · 7 months
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The thing about the final lore tab is that, besides the fact that I'm devastated in ways I can't put into words, the way Saint was affected by this whole thing is unique.
This is obviously primarily Osiris' trauma that we can't really properly comprehend, but Osiris wasn't fully conscious for most of it. It fell to Saint to wait, and hope, that Osiris would be brought back and that he would wake up. There was no certainty for him there. And even before that, he watched "Osiris" being strange and distant and acting weird but obviously nobody could even begin to speculate that the person he interacted with wasn't Osiris at all, so the trauma went from there, from learning that he lost Sagira, then to the shock of Osiris being kidnapped and then the quest to bring him back and then him being brought back in a coma and then the 9 long months of waiting until he woke up.
The state of constant anxiety he experienced for almost 2 years total is nervewracking and gutwrenching. I don't think we can fully understand the impact of that on someone. And the best, or worst, thing is that Saint is infinitely patient. He is infinitely emotional and merciful and opts to be the better person and to wait and wait and wait. And hope that it can be fixed.
Except it can't. It can't be fixed. And not only can it not be fixed, but there will never be justice for it. It's impossible. There isn't a way to truly punish Savathun for what she's done. There is no relief or catharsis for Saint. While Osiris can mostly move on, Osiris did not really have to go through what Saint had to go through. Their traumas are different and Saint's is the type that no one can really understand and there is nothing he can do about it.
A younger Saint would've killed Immaru and then Savathun, 100%. But now he can't, because he isn't that person anymore. And yet, the grief and trauma remain and he has no outlet for them and nothing that can be done to enact any sort of justice. So he settles for pure rage, letting himself essentially vent that anger out, but still leave everyone alive. And there's really no true release here. He got a brief satisfaction of killing Savathun over and over, but at the end of the day, she will walk away and nothing will change and there will be no fix.
Which is why he comes back and just cries. As he said, this wasn't for Osiris, it was for him. It was his outlet for anger and nothing else. After that, there's nothing else left to do but cry. No one can really help him carry the burden of what he's gone through and besides: he's a Titan. He's the one carrying other people's burdens. Which just added to the trauma because for so long he's only cared for others, mostly for Osiris, and never really let himself fully grieve or talk about it. Saint never really processed the horrifying ordeal of constant concern for his loved one, then the realisation that his loved one isn't even with him, then the desperate search and then waiting for months and months for the hope that his loved one might wake up. Then Osiris is awake and we're forced to play allies with the person who traumatised both of them in an incomprehensibly terrifying way. Saint had no other way of attempting to make his peace with the situation.
Year of processing grief. I'm in shambles.
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nicklloydnow · 1 year
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“You are lost if saints don't disgust you. Saintliness is systematic insomnia, the heart perpetually awake. Suppressing sleep is a confessed ambition: thus Peter of Alcantara, whom Teresa of Avila knew personally, and who was acclaimed as a saint while still alive, for forty years did not sleep for more than one and a half hour each night. Fasting and sleeplessness are required conditions for sainthood.
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Saintliness is a negative sort of perfection. I love life too much to attain it. Because of my reserves of health, I remain a heavenly interloper. There are illnesses that can only be treated with a good dose of divinity, but I prefer the alleviation of pain provided by earthly tranquilizers. I don't have the gift of infinite joy and pain which used to throw Saint Teresa of Avila and Angela da Foligno into ecstasy. I am healthy, that is I can stand and talk about God, not fall down at the very thought of him. What a heavy price one must pay for one's health!” - Emil Cioran, ‘Tears and Saints’ (1937) [page 60]
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Gwyneth Paltrow, photographed by Steven Klein, ‘W Magazine’ (September 2007)
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rawrsatthetree · 1 year
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It was such a choice to make Link, the top knight of the kingdom and legendary swordsman, a little chubby with very feminine hips and I’m glad they did it
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bisaactear · 2 months
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Funny sligcat drawing that took WAY longer than i expected! (Like 53 hours or somthin)
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cometrose · 1 month
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when hyunwoo assured haein while they were dating that he’d would take care of her even if she was poor or went into debt and when the hong family collapses he takes care of her…
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shima-draws · 9 days
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I briefly considered a roleswap AU where Cora is the one to be enslaved by the Celestial Dragons and get horribly mistreated by them but then I realized it would be over in five minutes bc if Law saw that he would literally burn Mary Geoise to the ground with ZERO hesitation whatsoever
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purrfectlycontent · 6 months
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every time i remember namgung minyoung and kyrgios used to be in a relationship i cry because this is their actual height difference
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heraldofcrow · 7 months
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Sometimes I wonder what Maria and Adeline were like during the “Research Hall Depression Era” and this is what comes to mind.
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st-dionysus · 11 months
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Obviously the secret "let's make boy clothes" club exists, because that's where all the Gerudo go to dress up like boys and pretend to be voe, and clearly it was founded by Ganon like 10,000 years ago or whatever before he transitioned.
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brontios-helm · 1 year
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Destiny 2: That Was All, And That Was Enough
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