September 2011
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“I wish all the time that the right to space and time to heal, solitude to...”
– Sharanya Manivannan, commenting on Dear Sugar column #85, “We Call This A Clusterfuck”
this is what i wished i’d had the words for, a few weeks back. i’ve found them now, albeit too late.
“You wanted to be the woman who could be friends with [someone] she’s not over,...”
– Dear Sugar, “We Call This A Clusterfuck”
these are good words.
SCHOOL FEELINGS EXPLOSION →
wordsandturds:
it feels like school has nothing to offer me any more. nothing to offer me but lessons in patience and ass-kissing and bullshitting. self-articulation with $50 words, two-page “response” papers and stifling my eyerolls every fucking minute. coddling my precious professors and peers—children, YOU’RE not stupid, just your entire worldview and cultural hegemony you functioning within...
there are not many things that make me angrier...
nuditea:
unless you’ve already turned them against me, your kid is not going to have a problem with who or what i am. no baby pops out, all covered in yuck, gurgling about how there are only two genders and yours is determined by your genitalia (of which there is also only two varieties) and people can only love people who are the gender they aren’t. there is literally not even a single...
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we'll put on the day / and talk in present tenses
it occurs to me that probably j is better off having detached herself: we didn’t do well by her in some ways, and she seems more confident without us. (perhaps she found it empowering to be the one to break things off? i hope so: she deserved to reclaim at least that much.) and certainly i hope to be a better person going forward than i’d become with her by the end. but i...
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"The Thing Is" by Ellen Bass
to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you’ve held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weights you like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think, How can a body...
she's got the urge for going / so i guess she'll...
isabelthespy:
“I had a close friend in the sixth grade, one of those relationships where I was at her house as often as I was at my own, the standard-bearer of the adolescent BFF. Then came the summer before seventh grade and I thought we had grown apart, thought we had mutually agreed by our silence not to be best friends anymore. That is, until a couple months into the school year when she...
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"Personal" by Tony Hoagland
Don’t take it personal, they said; but I did, I took it all quite personal— the breeze and the river and the color of the fields; the price of grapefruit and stamps, the wet hair of women in the rain— And I cursed what hurt me and I praised what gave me joy, the most simple-minded of possible responses. The government reminded me of my father, with its deafness and its laws, and the weather...
justonesyllable:
some days i just want my heart to be as logical as my head.
this.
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“Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the...”
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“I remember that moment because, if I am honest, I have them so seldom. I am not...”
– Tana French, from In the Woods
“Chorus: Woman, be sure your heart is brave; you can take much.
Cassandra: None...”
– Aeschylus, “Agamemnon” (via parkersback) 