i love the contrast between ishmael and heathcliff's revenge plots because ishmael was willing to steer a boat into a whale of skyscraper proportions to tear that old lady limb from limb with her bare hands, whereas heathcliff was trying really hard to increase his credit score. ishmael is here not speaking of hubris. striking the sun if it insulted her. she is madness maddened. she is that wild madness only calm to comprehend herself. in the meantime, heathcliff has trodden on the bathtub mixed timeline moonshine landmine that cathy made in her basement
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ah yes, the sixth language of love: getting a lobotomy to forget your unhealthily co-dependant partner whose soul you have absorbed because life without them while being aware they had once existed was pointless
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my love to the people who didn’t get up today
who didn’t face their fears today
who didn’t do the coping mechanisms
my love to the people who had breakdowns today.
my pride in the people who aren’t proud of themselves.
my love to the people who feel unworthy of love.
my love to the people who didn’t ride the wave but rather were swallowed by it, for they are still treading water even though they can’t see the shore.
you didn’t bring it on yourself. it’s just heavy. and it is not your fault. 🌹🌹
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