I Know It’s Not Hard To Point Out Reactionaries Hypocrisy When It Comes To Like Safe Spaces Or Hug

I hope we meet again in another life…

Anaïs Nin, from a novel titled "A Spy in the House of Love," published in 1954

Madonna

"to endure!"

vincent van gogh ("trees and undergrowth") robert lowell [How will the heart endure?] vincent van gogh [I must endure bad times and the waters will rise, possibly as high as the lips and possibly even higher, how can I know beforehand? But I’ll fight my fight and sell my life dearly and try to win and pull through.] rainer maria rilke [To be loved means to be consumed. To love means to radiate with inexhaustible light. To be loved is to pass away, to love is to endure.] joan didion [Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it.] elena ferrante [maybe not even a very orderly mind can endure the discovery of not being loved.] elena ferrante [I will give what I can give, I will take what I can take, I will endure what has to be endured.] han kang [The feeling that she had never really lived in this world caught her by surprise. It was a fact. She had never lived. Even as a child, as far back as she could remember, she had done nothing but endure.] victor frankl [What is to give light must endure burning.]

If I were a house..

I'm done

i will NEVER stop talking about “you’re hurting me”. there couldn’t have been better or more devastating last words for kitay. for so long he endured the pain every time rin called the fire. he never said anything. rin saw how much he was hurting, constantly asked him if he wants her to stop, but he always said no, always said he was fine because he never wanted to deny her anything. because he knew how important the fire was to her. the only time he denies her is at the very end, when rin loses her mind. and even then, at her worst, as she tries to overpower kitay, the SECOND he says “you’re hurting me” she stops. and not only does she stop, but it stops her descent into madness and she has one final moment of clarity. because “rin couldn’t hurt kitay and not worry about it. if she could, she’d be lost.”

Existe un tipo de dolor que es cotidiano

Uno en el que no te das cuenta que estás sufriendo

Hasta que un día, algún viejo amigo dice "No es normal que todo el tiempo vivas en el pasado"

Incluso ese dolor cotidiano puede ser una rutina

Ese tipo de sufrimiento en el que se crea una falsa ilusión de que solo es cansancio o nostalgia

La nostalgia solo les sirve a los poetas

El cansancio es un síntoma de tantos de esa tristeza cotidiana

Hay un tipo de sufrimiento del que estamos enamorados

Un tipo de dolor que no podemos dejar ir

¿Por qué?

Probablemente por la misma razón por la cual nos aferramos al pasado

Existe un tipo de tristeza que es difícil dejar ir

Porque, a diferencia de la felicidad y del futuro; el pasado y la nostalgia es un camino que ya vivimos

A lo mejor es solo la incertidumbre del futuro

Probablemente deseamos siempre lo que no tenemos

Puede que, esta tristeza radica en lo que más deseas y no logras tener

Pero cada vez que noto el dolor cotidiano; pienso en las posibilidades de aquello

En mis posibilidades

Y me pregunto sí alguna vez el dolor pueda desaparecer de mi rutina

Alejandra Pizarnik, Nueva correspondencia. instagram

Es reconfortante sentir el amor a tu alrededor

El abrazo de mi madre y la seriedad amorosa de mi padre

Como una taza de chocolate caliente en un día lluvioso

O una manta de la abuela que te cubre del frío invierno

El apoyo infinito de un hermano bajo una noche llena de oportunidades

Es cálido saber que a uno lo aman, y tan satisfactorio como estar parado debajo de la sombra de un árbol

Rosas en mi huerto que me recuerda a mi abuelo

Saber que existe un lugar llamado hogar al que siempre puedo regresar