#ore

If God really existed, it would be necessary to abolish Him. ↗

— Mikhail Bakunin

#atheist #god #noremorse #atheist

The Garden En robe de parade. - Samain Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens, And she is dying piece-meal of a sort of emotional anaemia. And round about there is a rabble Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor. They shall inherit the earth. In her is the end of breeding. Her boredom is exquisite and excessive. She would like some one to speak to her, And is almost afraid that I will commit that indiscretion. ↗

— Ezra Pound

#personae #poem #poetry #boredom

I always think boredom is to some extent the fault of the bored. ↗

— Kate Ross

#boredom #boredom

Doing anything when you're bored is very very boring. Anyway, doing nothing is the point of being bored. The pleasure of being bored is mooning about and doing nothing. ↗

— Aidan Chambers

#boredom

Some women will spread a lie faster and wider than they’d spread their legs. These women are worse than whores. These women are politicians.
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— Jarod Kintz

#whores #women #politicians

And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart: Your seeds shall live in my body, And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart, And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#apples #eating #gratitude #recovery #recovery

Anorexia cannot be cured by treating the physical symptoms alone; it is the mind which must be treated. ↗

— Lynn Crilly

#recovery #recovery

To be alone was something unpleasant. But I was at the same time conscious of a slight insanity in my mood, and seemed to foresee my recovery. ↗

— Henry David Thoreau

#recovery

He walked over to the piano and lifted the cover revealing black and white keys that my fingers knew all too well. “Play for me?” I looked at the piano hesitantly and I felt the passion start to grow back inside of me. My fingers itched to play and suddenly my body was moving towards the piano and I sat down, my posture back to where it should be, my fingers hovering over the keys ready to play a song that I hadn’t heard in years. I closed my eyes and slowly breathed in and out. And then my fingers flew across the keys, the music filling the room. The music moved me both emotionally and physically as I rocked my body to the music, putting all of me into the song. The music took me to a different place than where I was here and now. This is the melody I always seem to come back to, always finding myself lost in the notes. The song is a part of me as it tells a story. A story about loss and recovery. ↗

— Alexandria Rhodes

#music

The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives without appetite, with a lazy indifference. ↗

— Bruno Schulz

#indifference #boredom