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#affirmations

I am mentally here, as I am physically. My terrible thoughts do not define me. My terrible intentions do not define me. I am deserving of the love that is bound to come to me. My heart is still well-intentioned, I am still well-intentioned. My brain does not reign control over me. I am free, I am calm, I am happy.

“Nothing, in fact, is as universal or as ancient as the iniquitous and absurd; truth and justice, on the contrary, are the least universal, the youngest features in the development of human society.”

— Mikhail Bakunin, God and the State

Beauty exists because life exists. Vibrant plants look best when they’re well taken care of. Fields of green and patches of grass look best when they’re watered regularly. You can tell when a pet is doing well, fed well, brushed and washed and loved. In people, someone’s kindness makes them more beautiful. Someone’s sense of humor. The snort when they laugh. The way they mispronounce certain words, their habits, their individuality. The color in their cheeks, the little scars and the stories behind them (fell off of a trampoline, thought I could swing without holding onto anything, my sister hit me with the remote because we were fighting over the remote—and the way they laugh or shake their head telling the story). Expressing their emotions. Being fragile and soft. Being loud and talkative. Beauty is so interesting because it goes farther than outward appearances, and sometimes even seems to affect it. I think, the more unapologetically alive you are, the more beautiful you are. The more you find beauty in other people, in the depths of them and not just the way they look, the more you’ll find it in yourself.

Children of the Sea, by Djamila Knopf.

What a sunrise

#book

— Mahmoud Darwish, I Belong There

“The strongest ones are the ones who have every reason to die but still live.”

— juansendizon

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Soul Mates

I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence.

— Lang Leav

Musictober - 2/31 - The 1975