“My pain has given me a key to love. And what is more, that love can coexist even with the continuation of feelings of fear and self-doubt. There will be for many no resolution into painlessness, into “health” in which scars and injuries will vanish. The wholeness of holiness is not that. In terms of emotional response, even in terms of superficial ease of communication with others, some will be incurably damaged and frustrated. But for such a sick person, holiness is not an empty or irrelevant ideal. There is another kind of wholeness — a wholeness of identification with the needs of the world, the self-generated and self-perpetuating tortures of the human race — a wholeness of compassion, a catholicity of sympathy, knowing one’s own incompleteness in a way that reaches out to the incompleteness of others.” – Rowan Williams
Walk around the club like
i think i may have posted the earliest version of the blair witch corner joke back in 2014…. which itself was already a spinoff of an irenigg joke
idk what i want to post on this blog anymore. maybe when i’m out of my rut i’ll go back to oversharing. or i’ll post writings here. or i’ll experiment with word abstraction again. or i’ll post photos. i’ll begin processing again
maybe i’ll hit post on one of the bad poems in my drafts soon. maybe it’s only bad because i keep it isolated, like an animal with millions of years of instinct kept in a zoo
if i wasnt ugly i would flirt with everyone honestly. in my heart i know what a good flirter i could be. i know my potential
