My-ugly-organs - Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!

I've been seeing that quote go around and while making this I think I managed to track it back to "An Oresteia" by Anne Carson

wugh this one was a trip but I’m mostly happy with it so yibbie !!!

Teresa Margolles, Vaporization, 2002 — a room filled with disinfected water vapor from cleaning bodies in morgues in Mexico City — part of the exhibition Mexico City: An Exhibition about the Exchange Rates of Bodies and Values, MOMA PS1, Queens

one of the best ways i’ve found to combat that inherent depressive pessimism without veering into toxic positivity territory is simply the phrase “i’m open to the possibility”

this particularly works with anything negative i’ve forecasted. “i woke up feeling like shit today, so my day is gonna suck” isn’t a particularly helpful thought, but “it’s a great day to be alive!!!!!” feels hollow and insincere when i have a pounding headache & am running on three hours of sleep

instead i’ll tell myself, “i really don’t feel good right now, but i’m open to the possibility that coffee and breakfast might perk me up a bit.” or “i’m in a lot of pain today, but i’m open to the possibility that my workday might still have fun parts despite that”

sometimes, when your impulse is to slam the door on anything good, but you’re not exactly up to going out & hunting it down yourself, leaving the door open just a crack makes all the difference

WHAT DO YOU SEE WHEN YOU LOOK INTO THE MIRROR?

I have to leave this song here, not my favorite but the lyrics are just too fitting.

May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

He's all eyes. He's all eyes.