When coping with tragedy, it is far too easy to slip into sweeping generalizations and stereotypes. Let us not lose ourselves in our grief; let us not place blame on the undeserving because of the evil of two individuals.
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Nine Things to Love About Chechens ↘
❝ Making love with you
Is like drinking sea water.
The more I drink
The thirstier I become,
Until nothing can slake my thirst
But to drink the entire sea.
Is like drinking sea water.
The more I drink
The thirstier I become,
Until nothing can slake my thirst
But to drink the entire sea.
— Kenneth Rexroth, “The Love Poems of Marichiko: VII” (via cigrette)
(Source: larmoyante)
❝ Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.
— Ernest Hemingway (via tat-art)
(Source: stonechimneys)
18.
You were a risk I was willing to fuck. But I guess I got fucked in the end.
Do not pity me;
I rise like flames.
And I’m over it.
So stop asking
And no I’m not just saying that.
To sleep long, to sleep soundly.
To drink more, to drink frequently.
To continue on my march to death.
And awaken by the kiss
Of someone new.
Bring me to the ocean.
