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alice roberts

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Artist, dog-lover, and avid reader.



sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry
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also yeah i’m abandoning my principles by having a dedicated losing my marbles account but idc

i’d like to run away to you
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i always feel like driving when i’m not allowed to yet


Health unto Death. If such a thing as a psycho-analysis of today’s prototypical culture were possible; if the absolute predominance of the economy did not beggar all attempts at explaining conditions by the psychic life of their victims; and if the psychoanalysts had not long since sworn allegiance
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to those conditions – such an investigation would needs show the sickness proper to the time to consist precisely in normality. The libidinal achievements demanded of an individual behaving as healthy in body and mind, are such as can be performed only at the cost of the profoundest mutilation,
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of internalized castration in extroverts, beside which the old renunciation of identification with the father is the child’s play as which it was first rehearsed. The regular guy, the popular girl, have to repress not only their desires and insights, but even the symptoms that in bourgeois times
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resulted from repression. Just as the old injustice is not changed by a lavish display of light, air and hygiene, but is in fact concealed by the gleaming transparency of rationalized big business, the inner health of our time has been secured by blocking flight into illness
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without in the slightest altering its aetiology. The dark closets have been abolished as a troublesome waste of space, and incorporated in the bathroom. What psycho-analysis suspected, before it became itself a part of hygiene, has been confirmed. The brightest rooms are the secret domain of faeces.
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The verses: ‘Wretchedness remains. When all is said, / It cannot be uprooted, live or dead. / So it is made invisible instead’, are still more true of the psychic economy than of the sphere where abundance of goods may temporarily obscure constantly increasing material inequalities.
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No science has yet explored the inferno in which were forged the deformations that later emerge to daylight as cheerfulness, openness, sociability, successful adaptation to the inevitable, an equable, practical frame of mind.
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There is reason to suppose that these characteristics are laid down at even earlier phases of childhood development than are neuroses: if the latter result from a conflict in which instinct is defeated, the former condition, as normal as the damaged society it resembles,
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stems from what might be called a prehistoric surgical intervention, which incapacitates the opposing forces before they have come to grips with each other, so that the subsequent absence of conflicts reflects a predetermined outcome,
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the a priori triumph of collective authority, not a cure effected by knowledge. Unruffled calm, already a prerequisite for applicants receiving highly-paid posts, is an image of the stifled silence that the employers of the personnel manager only later impose politically.
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The only objective way of diagnosing the sickness of the healthy is by the incongruity between their rational existence and the possible course their lives might be given by reason. All the same, the traces of illness give them away: their skin seems covered by a rash printed in regular patterns,
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like a camouflage of the inorganic. The very people who burst with proofs of exuberant vitality could easily be taken for prepared corpses, from whom the news of their not-quite-successful decease has been withheld for reasons of population policy. Underlying the prevalent health is death.
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All the movements of health resemble the reflex-movements of beings whose hearts have stopped beating. Scarcely ever does an unhappily furrowed brow, bearing witness to terrible and long-forgotten exertions, or a moment of pathic stupidity disrupting smooth logic,
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or an awkward gesture, embarrassingly preserve a trace of vanished life. For socially ordained sacrifice is indeed so universal as to be manifest only in society as a whole, and not in the individual. Society has, as it were, assumed the sickness of all individuals,
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and in it, in the pent-up lunacy of Fascist acts and all their innumerable precursors and mediators, the subjective fate buried deep in the individual is integrated with its visible objective counterpart.
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And how comfortless is the thought that the sickness of the normal does not necessarily imply as its opposite the health of the sick, but that the latter usually only present, in a different way, the same disastrous pattern.

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don't go
that fucking look on your face
yeah i'd know it from anywhere
it's like you don't wanna be there
at all
and when i wanted to sleep
i could pretend we're not meant to be
nothing that i did was half enough at all
and if i tried harder
maybe i'd be something more
and maybe things will figure themselves out
again, again

don't act like a zombie when i'm passing by
nothing makes you angrier than someone wasting time
yeah i know you hate the small talk
but small talks' all i have
when i try to be honest skip over what i said
still stuck on the same words
putting them together doesn't work
why be stuck on the same page?
you have both legs still and they still work

don't try to match the pieces
you don't know me at all
i wanna be someone who's there to hold your fall
i'll stay with you for no reason
but i won't be there long
so when i take my leave know it wasn't fault
it was never your fault
(don't you open up, or get close enough, you won't get anywhere at all)

i should leave and take home a thousand words
and i don't know how this part of my brain works
you said try then i tried to keep it down
i look my best just in case you come around
yeah i'm acting like a kid and i should stop
but this couple in the subway looked like us
and you're smart so i know you'll get home safe
but when you get there call me anyway

Você está com medo, Lola

Por quê, Charlie? Talvez meus ouvidos estejam com medo.

Então por que você está se escondendo atrás do sofá?

Porque hoje eu estou brincando atrás do sofá.

Charlie e Lola – S3E02 – Trovões completamentes não me assustam
https://youtu.be/V8e2GKSeaSw?si=daG1Cfh4IstMlMX0&t=74

key vs. locket (twikipedia) - half enough
https://m.soundcloud.com/keyvslocket/halfenough
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love me, love hurts those beams of light like sunburst



you get me you get me you get me you get me

this is an eris alt now
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i was sooooo close to not crashing out
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white ppl be like: crashing out
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white ppl be like: white ppl be like:


i just needed to not speak idk why i kept talking

i wish i had better sh materials on me rn

i’m gonna be a pussy and post on alts because i’m tired of spamming people and getting attention

also should be clear that none of these are “new” thoughts, just sometimes i shift the level and focus of abstraction and then shift it back again

it’s extra clever bc s(o)mmer, get it? :)
[Verse 1]
So summer's gone, it's fun to act like it's not over I'm ugly like I was back then
I ran away into a mountain, where nothing passes by but wind And everybody's looking at me, but no one looks at me like you
No one looks at me like you
It all went wrong
I tried to tell you you were different, you never even paid me mind And getting you to say "I love you" isn't the same as "ily" And if I wasn't so obsessed, I admit that it's a waste of time Admit that it's a waste of time
[Verse 2]
Would you care to add me to the roster? My bones are getting weak I know I've been acting like a monster, but don't be afraid of me This time I don't wanna go home, I'll be one of your freaks
Your sorry eyes put me to bed, wake me up from my sleep (My sleep)
Gnawing every single bone you shattered, you're everything I need
Lately you've been coming off as creepy, like there's something that you've seen Why couldn't things be simple as I thought they would be?
I clenched my jaw hard onto you, now I ran out of teeth
[Outro]
(Now I ran out of teeth)
(Teeth)

i'm fearful i won't be able to cultivate the right drives and powers to ever earn it, but i'm going to continue doing fun things when i can. i won't be great and that's fine, but at minimum i hope to be able participate.
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oh to be clear i’m not saying that was about me, im just saying it made me sensitive to the potential of being interpreted in such a way