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i am too in love with life, i don't want to die (i cannot fathom the absence of living)

arthoesunshine | sunlightafterdark | joseph cambell | mary oliver | amy krouse rosenthal | joseph brodsky | unknown | gregory orr | colette, tr by matthew ward | anaïs nin

The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all.

The Sickness Unto Death, Søren Kierkegaard

Preface, Tragedy: A Curious Art Form by Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons

The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.

Carl Jung

Facts about yoyrself

I have no self. I am a churning mass of caterpillars typing randomly as it squirms across the keyboard of a broken computer. When I metamorphose and fly away, the illusion will end.

In that respect I am no different from anyone else.

this is who is booping you,BTW......

“I often find myself writing to the terrified versions of myself. And maybe all I really want to say—if anything at all—is that you (whoever you are) are not alone. Maybe because this is what some of the most important writers in my life have been telling me over and over again in their myriad and unique ways. I go back to the boy I once was, the boy who hid in the library during recess to read a book covered in his lap so no one will know he has betrayed ‘fun’ for secrets. So no one will know he loves words. Because lovers of words were thought to be weak and effeminate. And effeminate boys were strange and strange things don’t last very long in this world. So I read to find my own hand in the pages of books. In the future, I want to keep holding books. To touch myself on each page, saying ‘I am here. I am here. I am here.’ ”

— Ocean Vuong

We continually restructure ourselves, feeding and maintaining evolving combinations in ways that ultimately permit a certain continuity: a form of life that is not in one-way, linear motion but, despite surprising jolts and changes of direction, composes a pattern. The protean nature of the self stems from its permeability to inner and outer influences, which are never fully separable from one another. We are shaped by a complex interweaving of external events and inner experiences, which become indistinguishable. What 'actually happened' in some past event in our life is inextricably tied to the phenomenological meaning we ascribe—that is, to our experience of the event. And this meaning changes as we continually respond to the blending of external and internal forces that make up our ongoing experience—as we revise and reshape the story of our lives.

Lisa Capps and Elinor Ochs, Constructing Panic: The Discourse of Agoraphobia

Myth of a Straight Man

having thoughts……

(left is guido reni edited by @lacefuneral / right is nicolas régnier)

i yearn to be greater than i believe myself able to become

sylvia plath | soapstore | chuck palahniuk | danielpup | fyodor dostoyevsky | asofterworld | geloy concepcion | david bowie | jonathan safran foer | soapstore

losing myself

everything everywhere all at once (2022) // virginia woolf, orlando // sylvia plath // eternal sunshine of the spotless mind (2004) // kahlil gibran, the seven selves // kilo kish, existential crisis hour! // fernando pessoa // emilio vilalba, 'no one' collection

Inward by Yung Pueblo

Nowadays people identify themselves almost exclusively with their consciousness, and imagine that they are only what they know about themselves.

Carl Jung

tony hoagland, crazy motherfucker weather