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My beginnings are not beginnings; I just start. Sometimes I have to write the beginning after the book is done. Well, that seems like a natural thing, but many people don't go forward because the beginning isn't right; they just leave it until they get it right. I write what's there, what I know is there. If I have to rewrite it or change it, I'm n... See more
In Her Own Words: Toni Morrison on Writing, Editing, and Teaching
sometimes the most important thing we can do is let ourselves stay blurry. to be unbranded, unpositioned, undone for a while. because real self-knowledge is a slow, unmarketable process. and the lost feeling might just be the first sign that you’ve finally stopped performing someone else’s idea of a good life.
milk and cookies • why feeling lost might mean you’re finally doing it right
björk said that trying to communicate through talking feels like trying to put the ocean through a straw
Hand it to me.
Your wound and its colony, your pain, your disease.
Feed it to me,
like a bird, a cuckoo, a vulture, a bloodthirsty creature.
Give it no name,
that's all mine to do; I'll name it and get attached too.
Bring me your sins
i'll make an altar to your cancerous offerings, burn them with the candle.
I am your daughter, your doctor, your priest.
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language is both endlessly regenerative and curiously circular.
Susie Dent • Dent's Modern Tribes: The Secret Languages of Britain
(2019-02-13)
The expression "finding oneself" is misleading. It's like dropping somebody off in the middle of a forest and saying "find the forest".
It's not so much about finding as it is about situating. You find out what the world and you are made of and you situate yourself in relation to all of it.
Sometimes magic is just someone spending more time on something than anyone else might reasonably expect
- Will Guidara, unreasonable hospitality
You tell him: “I'm afraid
I'm going to hurt myself.”
He says: “Let me.”
—Red Rauque, (You Let Him)
(2024-04-21)
There is something that makes you mine.
Not like you belong to me, but like you make me up somehow, just a little.
There is something about you that belongs to my heart.
Some chip that nestled within me and I've been building around like nacre around mother-of-pearl,
there is something about you that makes me do
the thing that makes me what I am.
If you