I’m so proud to be from the american south but it’s not a “the south will rise again” or civil war thing at all. It’s just…I think it made me a more interesting person. I grew up without the fast-paced pressures of somewhere like New England, and even though I was also left without high expectations or an idea of what I could do for myself, I was able to tinker and dream. School was easy so I had time. There wasn’t much else to do but read and watch movies from the blockbuster near my house (I didn’t know about Netflix until I graduated and also watched a lot of my dad’s old movies and movie channels). There weren’t a lot of events, plays, concerts, etc. and I could like things without feeling I was part of a scene. I have a grounded sense of what it’s like to love someone or something yet disagree. I was shielded from anxiety for a long time. I had to defend who I was constantly, but it kept me on my toes.

The surface of the body, the skin, moreover, provides the ground for the articulation of orifices, erotogenic rims, cuts on the body’s surface, loci of exchange between the inside and the outside, points of conversion of the outside into the body, and of the inside out of the body.

Elizabeth Grosz, “Psychoanalysis and the Imaginary Body,” in Feminist Subjects, Multi-media: Cultural Methodologies

(Source: human-activities)

To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.

Jorge Luis Borges, Other Inquisitions

(Source: larmoyante)

Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact.

Judith Butler, Precarious Life: The Powers of Mourning and Violence

(Source: psychotherapy)