Mesoamerican culture is being featured in one of the most anticipated movies of the year and I am not gonna pretend like I care a normal amount about this okay. I'm jumping off the walls with excitement, I'm telling all my friends and family.
ES POR ESTO QUE LA REPRESENTACIÓN ES IMPORTANTE
THIS IS WHY REPRESENTATION MATTERS
Art by Kyle Petchock || IG
I am simultaneously happy and unhappy, exalted and depressed, overcome by both pleasure and despair in the most contradictory harmonies. I am so cheerful and yet so sad that my tears reflect at once both heaven and earth. If only for the joy of my sadness, I wish there were no death on this earth.
E. M. Cioran, from On the Heights of Despair
— Billy-Ray Belcourt, from A History of My Brief Body
— Haruki Murakami, from Norwegian Wood
“People think intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is ‘You’re safe with me’ - that’s intimacy.”
— Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo
When Oscar Wilde said : "I am tired of myself tonight. I should like to be somebody else."
When Sylvia plath said : "I wish I knew what to do with my life ..what to do with my heart"
When Ghalib wrote:
translation: "Thousands of desires, each worth dying for… many of them I have realized…yet I yearn for more…"
And when Rilke said : "This heavy Humanness".
My tired self sighed with a heavy heart :)
"Why does the grief hurt so much? That hurt is that yearning and anticipation of action that you want to engage in but some part of you knows it leads no where. It is like reaching for a glass of water in a desert of thirst and you know you can't have it."
— Andrew Huberman
Francis Forever by Mitski
All my grief says the same thing— this isn't how it's supposed to be. And the world laughs, holds my hope by my throat, says: but this is how it is.
Fortesa Latifi, The Truth About Grief
You ever think you could cry so hard that there’d be nothing left in you, like how the wind shakes a tree in a storm until every part of it is run through with wind? I live in the low parts now, most days a little hazy with fever and waiting for the water to stop shivering out of the body. Funny thing about grief, its hold is so bright and determined like a flame, like something almost worth living for.
Ada Limón, from The Carrying: Poems; “After the fire”
how to save your own life 3/6
“You will never feel more alone than this.”
— Denise Levertov, from The Complete Poems of Denise Levertov; “In Memory of Muriel Rukeyser,”
I’m such a fan of low soft lighting like turn off that room light and turn on a lamp bitch
