I guess I must have been sleeping a hundred years in the world of the poets, and did not know about hell on earth.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anaïs Nin Volume I 1931-1934 (via mirroir)
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‘get back in the kitchen’
be sexist and send me back to a room full of sharp things, poisons, cleaning agents and food I can hide all that shit in
I’ll go back in the kitchen
but you’re leaving the house in a bodybag
And the award for best response to “get back in the kitchen” goes to this post.
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I actually attack the concept of happiness. The idea that - I don’t mind people being happy - but the idea that everything we do is part of the pursuit of happiness seems to me a really dangerous idea and has led to a contemporary disease in Western society, which is fear of sadness. It’s a really odd thing that we’re now seeing people saying “write down 3 things that made you happy today before you go to sleep”, and “cheer up” and “happiness is our birthright” and so on. We’re kind of teaching our kids that happiness is the default position - it’s rubbish. Wholeness is what we ought to be striving for and part of that is sadness, disappointment, frustration, failure; all of those things which make us who we are. Happiness and victory and fulfillment are nice little things that also happen to us, but they don’t teach us much. Everyone says we grow through pain and then as soon as they experience pain they say “Quick! Move on! Cheer up!” I’d like just for a year to have a moratorium on the word “happiness” and to replace it with the word “wholeness”. Ask yourself “is this contributing to my wholeness?” and if you’re having a bad day, it is.
Hugh Mackay (via meggannn)
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Two people can sleep in the same bed and still be alone when they close their eyes.
Haruki Murakami (via rebreathing)
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