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Gaslighting →
bestofwikipedia:
Gaslighting is a form of psychological abuse in which false information is presented to the victim with the intent of making them doubt their own memory and perception. It may simply be the denial by an abuser that previous abusive incidents ever occurred, or it could be the staging of bizarre events by the abuser with the intention of disorienting the victim. (via Caroline)
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Fábula De La Sirena Y Los Borrachos (Fable of the...
Todos estos señores estaban dentro cuando ella entró completamente desnuda ellos habían bebido y comenzaron a escupirla ella no entendía nada recién salía del rio era una sirena que se había extraviado los insultos corrían sobre su carne lisa la inmundicia cubrió sus pechos de oro ella no sabía llorar por eso no lloraba no sabía vestirse por eso no se vestía la tatuaron con cigarrillos y con...
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“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in...”
– Pablo Neruda - “Evening” [Sonnet LXV] - From 100 Love Sonnets
(Translated by Stephen Tapscott)
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In Paris With You
Don’t talk to me of love. I’ve had an earful And I get tearful when I’ve downed a drink or two. I’m one of your talking wounded. I’m a hostage. I’m maroonded. But I’m in Paris with you. Yes I’m angry at the way I’ve been bamboozled And resentful at the mess that I’ve been through. I admit I’m on the rebound And I don’t...
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“Me I am glad that at least half the holidays are over and I hope we soon get rid...”
– Flannery O’Connor, letter, 12/27/56
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“It’s sometimes difficult to think clearly when you’re strapped to a...”
– Bruce Wayne
via Batman’s Words of Wisdom.
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The Real Work
It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.
— Wendell Berry
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An Entomologist's Last Love Letter
dear samantha i’m sorry we have to get a divorce i know that seems like an odd way to start a love letter but let me explain: it’s not you it sure as hell isn’t me it’s just human beings don’t love as well as insects do i love you.. far too much to let what we have be ruined by the failings of our species i saw the way you looked at the waiter last night i know you would never DO anything, ...
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DRUNKHULK →
ONCE UPON TIME THERE LIGHT IN LIFE! NOW THERE ONLY LOVE IN DARK! NOTHING DRUNK HULK CAN SAY! TOTAL ECLIPSE OF MOON!
Good Twitter or BEST TWITTER?
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Mint
It looked like a clump of small dusty nettles growing wild at the gable of the house beyond where we dumped our refuse and old bottles: unverdant ever, almost beneath notice. But, to be fair, it also spelled promise and newness in the backyard of our life as if something callow yet tenacious sauntered in green alleys and grew rife. The snip of scissor blades, the light of Sunday, mornings...
“The most merciful thing in the world… is the inability of the human mind to...”
– H. P. Lovecraft (via romanticbibliophile)
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