ontaiah

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[ontaiah @ontaiah]

I felt less grief over being unseen after I internalized what it’d require to be fully met. Fleeing a boreal prison to feel freedom over all of my freezing flesh is preferable to cold metal at my ankles. The greatest depths of the ocean are dark, frigid, and maddeningly strange.

[Lauren @buridansridge]

Intelligence, whether one subscribes to IQ or not, is linked with consciousness and thus spirituality, taste and therefore creative language, paradox perception and tolerance. It increases the likelihood of being understood, which is the true "glue" at or above around two standard deviations. All the "on paper" metrics are relatively accessible at a certain echelon, and while they can be appealing, they are rarely "sticky".

If you operate naturally at a spiritual level, with the practical and functional levels as an onflow of your primary modality, it is of utmost importance to be met at your inherent interfacing level.

To be with someone who does not get it, who does not get you, is a soul-shaving curse of its own, it is rarely ever worth it. Selling yourself out for what looks good on paper is no better than any other form of prostitution.

[ontaiah @ontaiah]

The death of your symbols will be just that: sigils with great historical and cultural meaning delegated to a but reason to gluttonously grieve. Soon, the only sigils left to grieve over will be the one symbolizing the irony of your own cowardice: you.

[John Wright @johncwright2001]

BONES attributed to Saint Nicholas, Bishop of Myra, kept since 1098 in Saint-Nicolas-de-Port, in Meurthe-et-Moselle, were STOLEN from their reliquary inside the basilica, then DESTROYED.

The suspect, arrested at his home, admitted to SMASHING the display case protecting the reliquary, then stealing its contents, BURNING the bones and CRUSHING them out of a “desire to destroy.”

(Source: L'Est Républicain)

[ontaiah @ontaiah]

In order to speak like God, speak less.

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Remember that halloween is a holy holiday

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@PorcelainDog @tao_lin “ I recommend tweeting like @tao_lin ”

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There are Godless religions, and they call themselves philosophies, ideologies, and movements.

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In the most loving way possible, some people deserve to be lied to.

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Ego destroyed enough such that I remember I am an animated object at worst, and an intelligent animal at best

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When you die, you tense up, then fully loosen up for the final time. You should expect the same for the death of any non-physical part of you.

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Never seek to justify your own beating heart to those whose only means of understanding it is through dissection and not attention.

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You died last night, and you called it sleeping. You also lived last night, and you called it dreaming.

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There is a direct correlation between the number of things you claim your heart has soft spot for and how much of a soft spot your heart itself is

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Know your haste and it’s pang

Twist before you pluck

Pluck before you bite

Bite before you savor

Savor before you swallow

Swallow before you leave

Leave your haste and it’s pang

Leave before you’re hungry again

[ontaiah @ontaiah]

The Sun and the Milky Way as one entity, it dives into the horizon, splashing into watercolor dreams, no single identity, ego death, and beautiful only for its own sake. It is useless to us, and at dawn it returns to the orderly and responsible beacon we know and cling to.

[ontaiah @ontaiah]

Take your lover to anywhere but popular landmarks. The undergrounds undergrowths undertows, choosing ravines over mountain peaks, twilights instead of abysses, floating within clouds instead of above them. Find the bleeding crevices of earth where you leave your ego at the door.

[ontaiah @ontaiah]

I yearn to return to something not warm nor cold, maybe dark, silent, but to describe it at all feels blasphemous, I want it, but it doesn’t exist, and I exist, and that feels like a betrayal to it, it’d never want me - it’d never want anything. But I do, for it is my salvation

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@buridansridge Soul lubricant.

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You can tightly curl over either a distraction or a canvas for 8 hours a day, but it is once you stand again that you will find only one lets you truly leave your hunch behind.

[Blond @BlondB00]

keep consuming till your neck goes forward of your body’s vertical midline and your lower lip droops like a brain-dead stooge. or start creating and redeem whatever vestige of humanity you have left in you crying for the light. but you’ll probably stick to the former. happy scrolling.

[ontaiah @ontaiah]

To stop my heart through will alone - that which punctuates that page-turning thousand-chapter run-on sentence - to pluck beats like bugs from a garden too shaded to bloom and too eaten to fruit just for the sick thrill of it. My rhythm is mine. Stop. Go. Stop. Go. Stop. Stop.

[ontaiah @ontaiah]

Am very alone and doing a lot right now, and one recurring feeling I end up having is a longing to someday sit down with someone and talk about something that doesn’t matter until something that does us pulls us from each other to waste time another day