Rishita Chaudhary
- The person those entries were about hasn’t crossed my mind in months. But, at the moment, it was potent. It was real to me. Now? I couldn’t even tell you what the color of their eyes were. Isn't that just the most 20-something, melodramatic moment of intensity? Where it feels like both nothing and everything matters? I live, live, live for that.
from Someone Break My Heart PLEASE!!!!!!! by Harry Lada
- The distinction between a deeper “emotional” belief and a more surface-level “intellectual” one is important. If you take someone with chronic self-doubt, you could easily get them to rehearse the statement “I am capable,” but the question is whether they actually believe that. When you emotionally believe something, it’s no longer something you’re... See more
- i think that human connection is such a blessing despite how temporary it can be. whatever happened or will happen to us is a fact of our existence, i am just grateful to have crossed paths with you and to have meant something to you somewhere somehow.
- not to be super intense but life takes very active maintenance and disciple. it takes discipline, it takes waking up early, fitting your friends AND your work, it takes going on that walk instead of doom scrolling, it takes researching the best coffees and getting them, it takes so much work, otherwise before you know it youre older than you realiz... See more
from Tweet by zöda
- Perhaps the most hopeful thing about being alive is that we are never finished and complete. Perhaps the most exasperating is that we are never entirely new, that we are nested with every self we have ever been, each stage of our development shaped by the singular needs and tensions of each preceding stage, our character shaped by how those needs a... See more
- It never ceases to stagger that some stroke of chance in the early history of the universe set into motion the Rube Goldberg machine of events that turned atoms born in the first stars into you — into this temporary clump of borrowed stardust that, for the brief interlude between not having existed and no longer existing, gets to have ideas and ice... See more
- I felt an urgent demand in the blood. I could hear its call. Its whistling disturbed me by day and its howl woke me in the night. I heard the drum of the sun. Every path was a calling cadence, the flight of every bird a beckoning, the color of ice an invitation: come. The forest was a fiddler, wickedly good, eyes intense and shining with a fast dan... See more
- I wanted to live at the edge of the imperative, in the tender fury of the reckless moment, for in this brief and pointillist life, bright-dark and electric, I could do nothing else.
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The human spirit has a primal allegiance to wildness, to really live, to snatch the fruit and suck it, to spill the juice. We may think we are domesticated but we are... See more - I looked into the open mouth of the volcano taunting the sky in the language of time.