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Nicola Coughlan as Penelope Featherington Bridgerton Season 3

Mary Oliver, from “Franz Marc’s Blue Horses”, Blue Horses

Every 7 seconds for the last million years

Prague Castle and Blood Moon

“The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too.”

- Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh

Carrie Fountain, from "Late Spring in the Mesilla Valley", Burn Lake

"Growth" 9.27.2022

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at the end of the day it's not that you hate your job - actually, you like working, you like routine, you like feeling like an adult - it's that any time you fuck anything up, you feel like you're fucking dying.

because you could be actually fucking dying. because if one day you wake up and you misunderstood something - you could lose your job, and nobody is hiring, and nobody is paying, and nobody takes people like you, and that job you want hasn't gotten back to you. and what exactly are you going to do without insurance? good luck with those meds. you should have thought of that before being a person.

so it's not just that you forgot to CC someone on an email, it's that if you don't have this job, you can't afford rent. it's not that you misread a comment, it's that if you get fired, you will be in massive amounts of unpayable debt. it's not that you are bad at your job, but here are the stakes as they have been decided for you: be perfect or fucking die. like, literally, die. that is how much safety net you have: none.

it's not burnout, technically. but you literally just had two typos in your work, and you're already picturing the ending. you want to throw up & curl up & make it all go away. it is two typos. if he decides he is mad at you, you lose literally everything.

your mom says that you seem stressed. the thing is that you have never known a job that isn't stressful. welcome to capitalism. there is no other road, only this one. what the fuck is a career. you come here, and we hold your life against the barrel of a gun, and somewhere someone is spinning the chamber and pulling. eventually the bullet will come.

you live in a mugging. your boss owns three cars and has four kids. you worry about having enough to feed your dog. good luck. beg for forgiveness. CC the right people next time and be grateful, kid. somebody has it worse than you. someone, probably, has it worse than you. so what if you can't sleep or eat or focus. your work chat sound literally makes you panic. you had to change the sounds of computer notifications so you'd stop having such an upset stomach.

welcome to the real world! the rat race! the dog eat dog circus!

your doctor studies the results and frowns at you. "it's bad for your heart," she says. "try to reduce your levels of stress."

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

by David Baker

Jenny Zhang, from "my sweet angel on earth thank you for this life"

Frank O'Hara, from “Biotherm (for Bill Berkson)”, The Collected Poems

Janelle Tan, from “Second Aubade for Singapore"

2006

Imants Tillers (Australian, 1950), Kangaroo Blank, 1988. Oil stick, gouache, oil paint and acrylic paint on 78 canvases, overall: 213 × 195 cm. Tate

i was sixteen for twenty years

May Sarton, from "She Shall Be Called Woman", Selected Poems

Mahmoud Darwish, from The Butterfly's Burden; "Cadence Chooses Me" (tr. from the Arabic by Fady Joudah)

— Maya Angelou, “Starvation” from The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou

Mahmoud Darwish, from The Butterfly's Burden; "Maybe, Because Winter Is Late" (tr. from the Arabic by Fady Joudah)

[Text ID: Maybe this longing is our way of surviving]

Saeed Jones, How We Fight for Our Lives

“Visible Light” series by Alexander Harding