"I wanted my grief, but instead I was left with a horrible nothingness, and I got really scared. But then I realized fear was a thing I could feel, and I clung to it. I was afraid of my loneliness. I was afraid I would never have anyone to love again. I blamed you for it. For leaving. Fear and anger. The anger helped me wake up in the monrings and eat and clean the house and wash myself. The anger even distracted me long enough that I would forget my loneliness, and sometimes, in short bursts, I even felt cheerful."
― Gerardo Sámano Córdova, Monstrilio
no offense but reading is literally the cure to brain rot and there’s no work around to reading books
I think often of a modern ragnarok where the ghosts of the pleistocene return, and a herd of steppe bison and mammoths and ground sloths and wooly rhinoceros and wild horses and aurochs that reaches past the horizon tramples everything in its path, it topples cities and skyscrapers, bursts dams and drives metal back into the earth, and again the world is as it should be, and there is a chance to try again
i don't know how to flirt but i'll pick up cool rocks and bring them to you like a penguin attempting to court its mate
Ignoring my own pains and struggles by reading about someone else’s pains and struggles (polar explorers)
anywhere can be the trenches with the right mindset
maxine • 23, she/her • polar exploration, the terror, sailing & art
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