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β€” π‘‚π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘› π‘‰π‘’π‘œπ‘›π‘”, π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š β€œπ‘‚π‘› πΈπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘β„Ž π‘Šπ‘’'π‘Ÿπ‘’ π΅π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘“π‘™π‘¦ πΊπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘”π‘’π‘œπ‘’π‘ β€
25/03/2026

β€” π‘‚π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘› π‘‰π‘’π‘œπ‘›π‘”, π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š β€œπ‘‚π‘› πΈπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘β„Ž π‘Šπ‘’'π‘Ÿπ‘’ π΅π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘“π‘™π‘¦ πΊπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘”π‘’π‘œπ‘’π‘ β€

― π½π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’π‘  π½π‘œπ‘¦π‘π‘’, π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘Ž π‘™π‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Ž π΅π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘›π‘Žπ‘π‘™π‘’ π½π‘œπ‘¦π‘π‘’, π‘“π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ 𝑖𝑛 β€œπ‘‡β„Žπ‘’ 𝑆𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑑𝑒𝑑 πΏπ‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘œπ‘“ π½π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’π‘  π½π‘œπ‘¦π‘π‘’β€
18/03/2026

― π½π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’π‘  π½π‘œπ‘¦π‘π‘’, π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘Ž π‘™π‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Ž π΅π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘›π‘Žπ‘π‘™π‘’ π½π‘œπ‘¦π‘π‘’, π‘“π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ 𝑖𝑛 β€œπ‘‡β„Žπ‘’ 𝑆𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑑𝑒𝑑 πΏπ‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘œπ‘“ π½π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’π‘  π½π‘œπ‘¦π‘π‘’β€

16/03/2026
β€œI was quiet, but I was not blind.”― π½π‘Žπ‘›π‘’ 𝐴𝑒𝑠𝑑𝑒𝑛(πŸ“· π΅π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘π‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘¦ π‘†π‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘™π‘™)
11/03/2026

β€œI was quiet, but I was not blind.”

― π½π‘Žπ‘›π‘’ 𝐴𝑒𝑠𝑑𝑒𝑛

(πŸ“· π΅π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘π‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘¦ π‘†π‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘™π‘™)

β€œAt its most elemental level the human organism, like crawling life, has a mouth, digestive tract, and a**s, a skin to k...
10/03/2026

β€œAt its most elemental level the human organism, like crawling life, has a mouth, digestive tract, and a**s, a skin to keep it intact, and appendages with which to acquire food. Existence, for all organismic life, is a constant struggle to feed β€” a struggle to incorporate whatever other organisms they can fit into their mouths and press down their gullets without choking. Seen in these stark terms, life on this planet is a gory spectacle, a science-fiction nightmare in which digestive tracts fitted with teeth at one end are tearing away at whatever flesh they can reach, and at the other end are piling up the fuming waste excrement as they move along in search of more flesh.”

― πΈπ‘Ÿπ‘›π‘’π‘ π‘‘ π΅π‘’π‘π‘˜π‘’π‘Ÿ, π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š β€œπΈπ‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘’ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š 𝐸𝑣𝑖𝑙”

β€œThe Internet adores this second-person voice. There it is, at every cyber–street corner: Recommended for You, Suggestio...
10/03/2026

β€œThe Internet adores this second-person voice. There it is, at every cyber–street corner: Recommended for You, Suggestions for You, Here Is Something You Might Like. Behind each of these You’s, an algorithm sits at an easel, squinting, trying to catch Your likeness. But these algorithms are true Renaissance practitioners. Not only portraitists, they’re also psychologists, data-crunchers, and private detectives, extrapolating personality from the evidence of our past actions: from our online histories and, increasingly, from what they can eavesdrop, without any meaningful warrant, in the physical world. From all those toothsome bytes of behavior, they create an image of You.”

― πΏπ‘Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘π‘’ π‘†π‘π‘œπ‘‘π‘‘, β€œπ»π‘’π‘™π‘™ 𝑖𝑠 π‘‚π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘’π‘™π‘£π‘’π‘ β€

β€œThe same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I best...
08/03/2026

β€œThe same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don’t know where that elsewhere is.”

― πΈπ‘šπ‘–π‘™ 𝑀. πΆπ‘–π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›, π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š β€œπ‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘‡π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘π‘™π‘’ π‘Šπ‘–π‘‘β„Ž 𝐡𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 π΅π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘›β€

(πŸ“· π‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ 𝐻𝑖𝑙𝑙)

β€œMy body is a conversation. It started when I was born, but there were mistakes made. People didn’t listen when I told t...
08/03/2026

β€œMy body is a conversation. It started when I was born, but there were mistakes made. People didn’t listen when I told them that my body wanted to change. No one asked me what I was, only assumed they understood my body better than I did. For most of my life, I listened to what other people told me. I accepted their limitations of my body. […] My body broke through the denial. It demanded transformation. […] My body stopped listening to everyone else and told me who we really were. For the first time in my life, I listened to my body and its joy. I took hormones and sought surgery. My body and I let ourselves change. I surrendered my certainty and safety. My body held me when no one else did. Together, we imagined a possibility instead of an ending. This is the real story of bodies. Movement, joy, and release into new configurations. Our bodies do not need to be perfect or exactly as they were when we were born. We are not ruled by the shape we arrive in. We adapt, heal, and expand. Our bodies are not an ending, but a beginning. This is a truth I am willing to die for.

― 𝐺𝑀𝑒𝑛 π΅π‘’π‘›π‘Žπ‘€π‘Žπ‘¦, "𝐴 π΅π‘œπ‘‘π‘¦ πΏπ‘–π‘˜π‘’ π‘Ž π»π‘œπ‘šπ‘’"

(πŸ“· π‘‡π‘–π‘‘π‘œ π‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘™π‘™π‘œ π‘‰π‘–π‘™π‘Žπ‘Ÿ)

James Baldwin πŸ“–
07/03/2026

James Baldwin πŸ“–

πŸ“– Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
30/12/2023

πŸ“– Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

β€œAs we go through our lives we take on the expanding burden of our own distress ― as we are abandoned, broken apart, bet...
13/06/2023

β€œAs we go through our lives we take on the expanding burden of our own distress ― as we are abandoned, broken apart, betrayed, isolated, lost and hurt. This is essentially part of what it is to live. This despair will overwhelm us and turn inward into bitterness, resentment and hatred ― worse, we will take it out upon the ones closest to us if we do not actively live our lives in the service of others and use what power we have to reduce each other’s suffering. This, in my opinion, is essentially the key to living. This is the remedy to our own suffering; our own feelings of separateness and of disconnectedness. And it is the essential antidote for loneliness.

We must live our lives in such a way as to make better, even in the smallest way, the situation that we are currently experiencing. This is what it means to β€˜take on the suffering of the world’ ― that we each act in accordance with the limits of our own personal capacity for good. By doing this, the lives around us will become incrementally better and therefore, so will our own lives, and the life of the world itself.”

― π‘π‘–π‘π‘˜ πΆπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’

(πŸ“· π΄π‘›π‘‘π‘œπ‘› πΆπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘π‘–π‘—π‘›)

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