I Am Jealous Of Those Who Think More Deeply, Who Write Better, Who Draw Better, Who Look Better, Who

Fariha Róisín, How to Cure a Ghost

every cell in my body greets grief in the morning and yet i keep getting up to live more

how am i doing? oh I’m fine except i’m in a constant state of nostalgia and sentimentality over everyone I’ve ever loved and every age I’ve ever been and every phase of my life and every job I’ve worked and I’m constantly missing people and places that I can never go back to but it’s cool it’s fine

[Quotes:Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides/ prayer, tathève simonyan/carole maso, the art lover /Audre Lorde, from a letter to Pat Parker featured in Sister Love: The Letters of Audre Lorde & Pat Parker/Jannate winterson/Takuboku Ishikawa, tr. by Tamae K. Prindle, from The Selected Poems; "A Love Song to Myself,"/Ashe Vernon, from "Buried," Not a Girl/Marion James, Black Leopard, Red Wolf//paintings: Pinterest]

glass, irony and good, anne carson // margaret atwood // enough, suzanne buffam // linnea paskow // in conversation: kathleen turner, david marchese // haunted womanhood, heather havrilesky // where to begin, sue zhao // the stream of life, clarice lisepector

shaking six year old me by the shoulders YOU WERE RIGHT. YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT LOVE AND ABOUT FAIRNESS AND ABOUT SHARING IS CARING. YOU WERE RIGHT. THE ADULTS DON’T KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT TRUTH THAN YOU DO. KEEP BELIEVING IN THE FAIRIES AT THE BOTTOM OF THE GARDEN. NOTHING IS “JUST THE WAY IT IS”. I AM SORRY THEY EVER CONVINCED YOU TO FEEL SHAME. YOU ARE REAL AND A PART OF THIS WORLD. YOU WERE RIGHT.

Shouldn't you be wandering the woods doing woo-woo shit like the rest of us?

When's your birthday?

Why so you can look up my natal chart? So you can figure out my weaknesses? So you can destroy me?