Inner Turmoil

I think there's a heartbreaking beauty in not wanting to forget a certain person. Even if they are no longer with you, you want to carry them with you. You want to engrave every detail of them in your heart. You replay the person's voice in your head until it starts to fade away, and there is nothing you can do about it. It hurts to remember them, but it's worth it

Can't talk about it they won't understand me. I'm just too weak. Too weak for this world. I fight but some days I fail to see what exactly I'm fighting for. Everything I want keeps slipping through my fingers.

Illustration for Painted in Blood by Roman Groph

Louise Glück, from “Stars”, Poems: 1962–2020

Hyacinth 🪻🫶

does anyone know what the first step of unlearning shame is. please say it’s substance abuse

a burning hill // mitski

Nkondi figures are a Congolese tradition that resolves societal struggles. A figure, treated like any other member of the society with its own personality & living space, has a nail driven into it by the local spiritual expert/diviner in order to produce enough energy (or pain/sensation) to free the spirit from the figure for a time. This is done after relevant matter (things like dirt from a grave site, herbs with protective qualities, or blood) is placed into the compartment typically found in the figure's chest. Through this process, the figure's spirit engages with the unseen realm & ideally resolves the issue of interest. On the figure can be seen the village's history over the years in the form of sharp objects that have accumulated. In this image the Madonna & child has been treated as an Nkondi figure.

When the chronic fatigue is chronic