Since I was very young, I’ve been terrified of my own potential to do evil. No vision or dream taught me. From experience, I recognized that people, like things, are fragile; that they are endlessly imbricated; that intention and effect often have no relation; that I, insofar as I knew myself, contained malice, and that other people did too, because I’d suffered theirs. At a young age, I vowed to be “unselfish,” my version of harm being equated with the primacy of the self. I’ve developed a more sophisticated morality, but that vow is deeply embedded. I do, in fact, seek to be good, despite the inevitability of failure. I don’t think this is just a hangover of childhood habit; in the Bible I have found truth as well as beauty, and in theologians like James Cone and Howard Thurman, among many others, I have found a vision of Christianity written by and for the oppressed. […] Do you see God everywhere? Now what will you do?
— Elisa Gonzalez, in “No Good Has Come: Marilynne Robinson’s testimony for the white church”
i need to get addicted to completing tasks
Soft speak with a mean streak nearly brought me to my knees
faith existed before religion. like how communication existed before language.
anyone wanna take me out back and shoot me like an old dog
TransSisters: Transsexual Feminist Journal | misc. covers
The opposite of anxiety is not calmness, it is desire. Anxiety and desire are two, often conflicting, orientations to the unknown. Both are tilted toward the future. Desire implies a willingness, or a need, to engage this unknown, while anxiety suggests a fear of it. Desire takes one out of oneself, into the possibility of relationship, but it also takes one deeper into oneself. Anxiety turns one back on oneself, but only onto the self that is already known. There is nothing mysterious about the anxious state; it leaves one teetering in an untenable and all too familiar isolation. There is rarely desire without some associated anxiety: We seem to be wired to have apprehension about that which we cannot control, so in this way, the two are not really complete opposites. But desire gives one a reason to tolerate anxiety and a willingness to push through it.
Open to Desire
Mark Epstein
I'm somewhere between an I'm-going-to-die ecstasy and I'm-never-gonna-die paralysis at each bare moment. This whole thing is such a laugh, you know? Especially once you put your head through the surface and let the water in. Call it autoerotic asphyxiation or call it drowning, either way you have to open your mouth!
No one wants to talk about how intimate jump starting someones car is.
the secret history by donna tartt.
TIMOTHEE CHALAMET and TAYLOR RUSSELL BONES AND ALL — 2022, dir. Luca Guadagnino
tell me a secret, pass me your vape. You are the eyes seeing through God’s hand || he/him || 21
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