you hate me? wow u think ur hot shit and original huh well i hated me first so u can go grab a number and wait ur turn
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I’m not here to tell you it gets better
I’m not here for the same speech you’ll hear
over and over and over
until it’s burned in your mind
the bible of those who pretend to care
the scripture memorized and repeated
by every person who pretends to understand.
I’m here to tell you it gets worse.I’m here to tell you this is a slippery slope.
Won’t be long until your well acquainted with the porcelain tiles
on your bathroom floor.
Face down and wondering if the little splotches you see
are your dripping blood
or a result of vision loss from the tortures you’re putting your body through.
Its spent years building you into the beautiful
human being you are
and look at you now, trying to burn it
to the ground.I’m here to tell you you aren’t strong enough to resist.
One minute it’s just skipping breakfast but
fast forward
it’s the carnival ride from hell.
A merry-go-round that you can’t get off
going faster and faster and faster
and faster and faster
and faster
and nothing.
There’s a tube down your throat
and your parents are crying.
You wish you were nothing.I’m here to tell you this only gets worse.
Close your eyes but you won’t rest.
Awake,
asleep,
it doesn’t matter
you’re always in hell.
Demons haunt you
People haunt you
Doctors haunt you
And the voices in your head don’t just go away
They’re hell bent on
ruining you and
it won’t stop.I’m here to tell you you can’t fix this.
Happiness will evade you
Joy is a foreign concept
No matter what pleasures life may drop at your door
You still feel numb // blank // alone // dead.
You’re trapped in your mind
No exits
No way out
You’re in this for the long haul.I am here to tell you it doesn’t get better.
You’ll fall down the rabbit hole and lose yourself
entirely
before you realize it’s too fucking late
before you realize how stupid you’ve been.
And then
You’re done.
You’re dying.
You’re dead.
Gone.
Alone.
6ft under.
The end.I’m here to tell you to get help.
I’m here to tell you that you can’t make it better
on your own
I’m here to tell you that waiting
is the worst thing you can do
I’m here to tell you cancer is kinder
than some mental illness
and has a higher survival rate.
Catching this soon is key
and you aren’t strong enough
to do this by yourself.I’m here to beg you,
Ask you,
Plead with you,
Don’t turn into me.
Don’t turn into another statistic.
Don’t ruin your life because you aren’t “sick enough for help”
Don’t let your life slip away from you.
Live
Love
Laugh
Nourish
HealI’m here to remind you that life is possible
Recovery is possible
And you are deserving
And you are so beautiful
So please,
Don’t tear yourself to the ground.
I’m here to tell you I regret it all (emf)
Var lugn, mitt barn, det finnes ingenting,
och allt är som du ser: skogen, röken och skenornas flykt.
Någonstädes långt borta i fjärran land
finnes en blåare himmel och en mur med rosor
eller en palm och en ljummare vind -
och det är allt.
Det finnes icke något mera än snön på granarnas gren.
Det finnes ingenting att kyssa med varma läppar,
och alla läppar bli med tiden svala.
Men du säger, mitt barn, att ditt hjärta är mäktigt,
och att leva förgäves är mindre än att dö.
Vad ville du döden? Känner du vämjelsen hans kläder sprida
och ingenting är äckligare än död för egen hand.
Vi böra älska livets långa timmar av sjukdom
och trånga år av längtan
såsom de korta ögonblick då öknen blommar.
“ Ingenting ”, Edith Södergran
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
I am troubled and harsh and hopeless. Though I have love inside me. But I don’t know how to use love. Sometimes it scratches like barbs.
Clarice Lispector, tr. by Elizabeth Lowe, from Água Viva / The Stream of Life
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Icelandic Resources
This is a short list of resources compiled while sorting through my language-learning bookmarks. Some of these links appear to be good for complete beginners while others appear to require some prior knowledge, but I wanted to put these together in case they are helpful to anyone.
Alphabet
Icelandic Alphabet and Pronunciation Guide
General
University of Iceland’s free online language courses
Icelandic lessons - good sections for vocabulary and grammar
Cool Icelandic Lessons YouTube channel (57 in total)
Grammar
Icelandic Primer with Grammar, Notes and Glossary by Henry Sweet (public domain book)
Mimir grammar reference
Listening
Viltu læra islensku? video series - videos of everyday conversations designed for learners, but the subtitles are entirely in Icelandic (the website itself has options for a Icelandic, English, Polish, Spanish, and German interface)
Reading
Short readings in Icelandic/English about history and culture
today at the witchy store:
customer: is this organic?
me:
me: its a crystal
customer: yes, but is it organic?
me: … it’s a stone?
customer: i’m not stupid, I know that. I want to know if this “stone” is organic or not
me:
customer:
me: sure, why not. we didn’t put pesticides on it when we grew it.
customer: I want to talk to your manager
Retail is the same all over.