My dad always told me there were two fundamental tests we r always facing
Failure, which texts a person’s commitment
And success, which tests their character
Go pass yr tests today, tumblr
We talk about life as though we know what it is. We talk about ‘my life’, and ‘my mind’ and ‘my body’, ‘my family’, ‘my health’, ‘my car’, ‘my country’, my everything, but actually here is the cause of our discontent. The possessive ‘I, me, mine and my’, the manifestation of ego.
Life is just life. This life is not about you, you just make it about you, it’s not personal, you just make it personal.
Life is not personal – lit’s just what happens.
my friend was trying to pout in the backseat recently and i said no way i’m gonna smile at you and we’re prob gonna smile together bc we’re humans but she was evading my joy so then i coopted every mirror in the car including the unseen window door mirrors so that from one position i was seeing her everywhere and she was finally so pleased this snapshot was the breakthrough of jouissance and everything was right again
A mother’s worst nightmare.
Everyone is so earnestly living their lives.
Understanding that people are always a worse version of who they want to be is a way of loving them.
its really hard to take anything seriously when considering the size of the universe
The starting-point of critical elaboration is the consciousness of what one really is, and is ‘knowing thyself’ as a product of the historical processes to date, which has deposited in you an infinity of traces, without leaving an inventory.
@DarkMatterRage #TwitterPoetry: LOST IN (TRANS)LATION
I went home to my family of origin this past week and found every interaction seasoned with politics. I decided to write some short #TwitterPoetry to capture those every day moments of intimacy that often go unnoticed but mean so much for us as queers going home.
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