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“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.”
― David Foster Wallace, The Pale King
The cruelty of unrequited love isn’t really that we haven’t been loved back, rather that our hopes have been aroused by someone who can never disappoint us, someone whom we will have to keep believing in because we lack the knowledge that would set us free.
Alain De Botton • The School of Life: An Emotional Education
Music has that ability to unleash the trappings inside me that I can't set free on my own.
Inspire and release me while triggering and twisting me into knots while you force me to see myself clearly.
You. Yes you.
The wound won't close if I keep picking at it
But I'm in love with my pain it would seem.
The one I mistake for your face and voice
It
... See moreThe poet proves that language is inadequate by throwing herself at the fence of language and being bound by it.
George Saunders • A Swim in a Pond in the Rain: In Which Four Russians Give a Master Class on Writing, Reading, and Life
“Well, we use words to communicate, right? Still, most of our words don’t actually get across. You know what I mean? Well, our words might, but not what we’re actually trying to say. That’s what we’re always dealing with. We live in this place, in this world, where we can share our words but not our thoughts.
Mieko Kawakami • Breasts and Eggs
björk said that trying to communicate through talking feels like trying to put the ocean through a straw