“I wondered why I was always so lonely and then I realized that I was always playing different roles for different people but I never played the role of just myself and that’s why I was lonely - the person everyone was with wasn’t actually me.”
— sandralidell
hope is a skill
The greatest force in the human body is the natural drive of the body to heal itself - but that force is not independent of the belief system, which can translate expectations into physiological change. Nothing is more wondrous about the fifteen billion neurons in the human brain than their ability to convert thoughts, hopes, ideas, and attitudes into chemical substances. Everything begins, therefore, with belief. What we believe is the most powerful option of all." — Norman Cousins, Anatomy of an Illness as Perceived by the Patient: Reflections on Healing and Regeneration (Open Road Media, September 27, 2016) (via Alive on All Channels)
What a polite baby
hey (with the intentions of)
why do all the words sound heavier in my native language?
— @metamorphesque, Yoojin Grace Wuertz (Mother Tongue), Still Dancing: An Interview With Ilya Kaminsky (by Garth Greenwell), Jhumpa Lahiri (Translating Myself and Others), @lifeinpoetry
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Mary MacLane, from 'I Await the Devil's Coming'
TEXT ID: To you: "And don't you know, my dearest, my friendship with you contains other things? It contains infatuation, and worship, and bewitchment, and idolatry, and a tiny altar in my soul-chamber whereon is burning sweet incense in a little dish of blue and gold.
Anyone who's ever done anything creative needs to fucking see this.
you pay the finest attention to smallest details when you're touch deprived; someone's shoulder brushing against yours, a soft hand touch, an unexpected hug from someone, warm handshakes where you can feel the other person's entire hand in yours, the texture of their skin. that eye gaze where you feel as though the nerves in your face that go down your spine and chest are attracted towards someone's gaze. when someone's sitting two inches next to you and you know you cannot kiss them but you really wish you could.
Source: 𝑹𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓, 𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓