I Pulled The Stunt Of Pretending I´m Well When I Was At My Most Delusional So I Would Be Released So

girl help i’m starting over again for the 1000th time & i’m beginning to think that life is a never-ending cycle of starting over & i actually have to make peace with that in order to move forward

"We must be bilingual even in a single language, we must have a minor language inside our own language, we must create a minor use of our own language…speaking in one's own language like a foreigner…That is the definition of style."

Gilles Deleuze

I still haven´t found a healthy amount and way of exposure to the news / the reality of necrocapitalism/genocides happening continiously since 2 centuries /...[..]

and I feel there´s a serious flaw in the intention of sharing graphic content and how these images operate:

some people can´t be phased or even enjoy consuming it. most of them "leftists" would see as political opponents (justifying or endorsing violence towards certains groups of people I guess is somewhat linked to fascism, just as blatant ignorance/denial of it)

some people are empathazing with said groups/localities/lives to the point of 2nd hand traumatization. Some of these people "leftists" would see as (at least potential, if politicized) allies or are among them.

now, if this is taken to be true, who does this the distribution of such images weaken ?

from "11 POEMS—TITLES BY AZIZ SHIHAB—FROM HIS NOTEBOOKS" as featured in Naomi Shihab Nye's Transfer: Poems

“Justice. To be ever ready to admit that another person is some thing quite different from what we read when he is there (or when we think about him). Or rather, to read in him that he is certainly something different, perhaps something completely different, from from what we read in him. Every being cries out silently to be read differently.

We read, but also we are read by, others. Interferences in these readings. Forcing someone to read himself as we read him (slavery). Forcing others to read us as we read ourselves (conquest). A mechanical process. More often than not a dialogue between deaf people.”

—Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace (tr. Emma Crawford & Mario von der Ruhr)

"Be Afraid Of The Enormity Of The Possible"

yeah I fucking am now what???