“I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.”— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
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It’s so healing to wake up in a silent house and silently make your own coffee or tea and enjoy the beautifully intricate fullness of the morning silence while remaining calm and collected and unbothered by all outer and inner noise and it’s so low-key elevating and pacifying to rejoice in the silent atmosphere of your own house and just silently block the rest of the world…it’s a slice of heaven
“All I want is silence, for myself and for the selves I used to be.”— Alejandra Pizarnik, from ‘Extracting the Stone of Madness’, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972 (trans. Yvette Siegert)
womanhood and having a voyeuristic relationship with your own pain
Ask away it's okay
