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I HATE LIVING SOMEONE PLEASE DRAG ME OUT OF THIS HOUSE AND THROW ME IN A DITCH

"J comme Joie", L'Abécédaire de Gilles Deleuze

I really like the word “smitten”. because at first glance you just think of sappy lovey-dovey stuff but also you have to remember this is a word that’s born of the word “smite.” a devastating word. a word that, summarized, means stricken. smitten means stricken as well — struck with devastating affection.

what you don’t get is science exists because people can love. medicine exists because people love each other enough to want each other to live long healthy lives. astronomy exists because someone loved the stars and the planets enough to track them through their ever changing position in the darkest night. science exists because humans are curious little creatures and we want to know the world around us and understand it like it does us. we know stars and planets worlds away, we’ve sent cameras worlds away, all because we love the universe, and we also put love in those satellites!! we sent the sound of a 100 languages, lovely messages, the sound of rain and a laugh, all out there just in case there’s someone in the universe looking for us like we do them, and so that they know that they were never alone, and we sent them the most simple loving things we could find.

science exists because people can love

you live in a house of god; praying on your knees; and wonder why he never saves you.

on being unloved by god

Me trying to explain to my parents that the fact that I can taste oranges in my dreams proves that all sensations live not in the organs but in an eternal pool of imagination available to us all and that personal reality is not fixed but based on the truths that we select and appropriate

the memory changes

Lana Del Rey interview for V magazine - September 2015 ⊹ ࣪˖⁩

Byun-Chul Han, The Disappearance of Rituals

What's that poem about the cockroach and the moth where the cockroach is like "I wish I've ever wanted anything the way that moth wanted to burn itself up in that lantern" because we had to read that in high school and it still fucks me up to this day

It’s almost as if nobody wants to admit that they might not be prepared to do the work it takes to love somebody. And it can be laborious. To be intimate with someone who is flawed (which is the standard) requires us to expose our own flaws. We don’t talk about the heavy responsibility of that. We don’t talk about how we’re too lazy or too cowardly sometimes. We instead accuse love of being elusive. It isn’t. It is omnipresent. It asks us to be better people. And sometimes we flat out refuse.

Franny Choi, Soft Science

KRISTEN STEWART Rolling Stone Magazine (Feb 14, 2024)

sometimes the moral of the story really is just "you cannot go back and what happened to you is going to be with you for the rest of your life. but it's still going to be okay" huh

something happens, in the bible, when you get too close to death but re-turn anyway. this 'something' has a phrase: לֹ֣א נָכַר. it translates to "can't be recognized," "was not registered," something like that, but why translate it at all? keep it semiotic. keep it leaky, risky, muddy. in the bible, when god tells you to die but then lets you live anyway, you come back and are not recognizable. job is brought to the brink of death, and his friends לֹ֣א נָכַר him. jacob, about to lose his blessings, becomes לֹ֣א נָכַר to his father. joseph, mock-killed by his brothers, is too לֹ֣א נָכַר. moses comes down from spending 40 days with god. becomes לֹ֣א נָכַר. you can't translate what these men looked like after they didn't-die. their didn't-dying is above register; it, in and of itself, cannot be recognized. sometimes god tries to kill you and you live. and you'll only know it once you see it

"If you have a secret affection for your conflicts, you cannot be helped."

december???? what next??? 2024?????

i have an angel and a devil on my shoulder and also a third other guy who looks just like my dad. i try not to look at him but i know he's there.

THE MARTYR; hilary mantel / arch budzar / wikipedia / franz kafka / anne carson / pinterest / velázquez, christ crucified (image) / cohen 1988 interview / sweatermuppet

The Farewell (2019)

first read on @exitmusicfrafilm’s post about 2023

all desire is an articulation of ache, as is every horror. the story starts the same: w/ an absence

In classical physics, the entropy of a physical system is proportional to the quantity of energy no longer available to do physical work. In another universe, our systems still have this extent of randomness intact. You and i are closed vessels trying to sustain, order ourselves by consuming all energy that aids.

According to the second law of thermodynamics, in a closed system, the entropy of a system can only decrease if the entropy of another system increases.

(Lately i’ve seen entanglement apply to lovesick physicists. But it’s not in ways you’d expect it to be.)

Your entropy increases with mine and i can’t comprehend how such disorder is to be borne.

Some scientists predict the entropy of the universe will increase to the point where the randomness creates a system incapable of useful work. When only thermal energy remains, the universe would be said to have died of heat death. We’ve never been scared of death, just the end of two of us. Certain nights i wake up on the verge of death by neural transmitters, leading my spirit to the gateway of days of rot.

Entropy is beautiful because with time matter in isolated systems tends to move from order to disorder. We are beautiful because in an effort to attain order, we set ourselves free of it.

I was walking around the neighborhood one day and suddenly came across this tree with a branch the formed a spiral

this sentence is 210 years old today <3

dostoevsky