So deep, and relevant. What is truth really? If we have a truth and call it feelings, is it still truth? Maybe there is a black hole of truth out there that draws all of the inconvenient and otherwise uncomfortable truth we like to avoid. Wow, thank you.
Thank you so much for reading :) + it's so fun to think abt bc u can argue there's a degree of truth to feelings but then we have to start thinking abt what it means for something to be more true vs less true... thank u for commenting too!!
wenyi, i am always left here in the trenches after reading a new post of yours. And this time it is not different in only that i am now a sobbing mess and i don’t know what beautifully crafted sentence of yours that started it. But i KNOW it’s all of it
“But when he says I am kind enough to be loved, I think I understand why physicists are so desperate to be the first to discover something new. I write: I think you know me in a way I want to be known.”
Mind you this is only my second impression of your work. I can’t believe I’m crying over this right before I meant to go to bed. Scratch that. I fully believe this made me cry right before going to bed. I’m still crying.
i need to read this again, but upon first reading this piece rang through me like a bell. i think about how i'm a stem major and that is not my truth and i know it isn't because i veered into a more creative science path as to not kill what my truth is.
i think about how often times when i'm upset my mouth opens and my mother comes out and how that is a truth of what i could be but what i work hard not to turn out like. i think about how we distill so many sciences to make room for what we love and what we want to explore and how no matter how distilled it was it was still hard for me to understand but my parents refused to let that be a truth.
"it's hard" i would say and my mother would get so angry, tell me that i was dumbing myself down as a girl. that i shouldn't do that. "it is what it is" i say as i vomit from anxiety and stress.
oof. so felt bc so many times I'll look in the mirror and see my father and sometimes I think I understand him more and that scares me just as much as it comforts me. and then just the way math is distilled physics is distilled chemistry is distilled biology is distilled psychology... we r going in circles trying to assign numbers to the unquantifiable. But there's also lines somewhere in between all that where it is quantifiable but it seems we want to push that line further. I love you too always <3
I am rendered speechless by your ability to write.
Haha thank u so much <3
the asymptote metaphor is so much more loaded the more i think of it. we can chase it all we want, but we never really meet 💔
haha thank u so much :) that was vaguely inspired by de recat !!
I don’t really know what this one is either but I devoured it, thank you! As for the subject ranking, I’d put Art as closest to the truth. Every time.
Haha thank u :) + that's an interesting way to interpret truth it rlly does come down to the way we define words + language sometimes
So deep, and relevant. What is truth really? If we have a truth and call it feelings, is it still truth? Maybe there is a black hole of truth out there that draws all of the inconvenient and otherwise uncomfortable truth we like to avoid. Wow, thank you.
Thank you so much for reading :) + it's so fun to think abt bc u can argue there's a degree of truth to feelings but then we have to start thinking abt what it means for something to be more true vs less true... thank u for commenting too!!
Yes! And how others perceive or validate your feelings.
wenyi, i am always left here in the trenches after reading a new post of yours. And this time it is not different in only that i am now a sobbing mess and i don’t know what beautifully crafted sentence of yours that started it. But i KNOW it’s all of it
Hahaha thank u so so much :)
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How do you even do this 💔💔💔insane writing skills
hahaha thank u so so much :)
HELPPPPP I LOVE THIS
"You lonesome one, you go the way of the creating one: a God will you create for yourself out of your seven devils!"
Nietzsche 🙂↕️
I loved this!!!
Thank u so much :)!!
wow. I don't know you but I love you, this felt very me. very close. please never die
thank you! + unfortunately I do not get to control if I die or not but as long as people keep finding my work i’ll live on :)
“But when he says I am kind enough to be loved, I think I understand why physicists are so desperate to be the first to discover something new. I write: I think you know me in a way I want to be known.”
Mind you this is only my second impression of your work. I can’t believe I’m crying over this right before I meant to go to bed. Scratch that. I fully believe this made me cry right before going to bed. I’m still crying.
Ahh thank you so so much <3 it's only fair bc I cried while writing this too
You’re my new favorite poet. Thank you for sharing this with us.
Awww tysm <3 🥹
I can't think! You thoughts are so clear and undecipherable! You write so beautifully!
Thank you so much <3
You're exceptional!
Thank you <3
you’re so talented🫶🏼
Thank u so much <3
i need to read this again, but upon first reading this piece rang through me like a bell. i think about how i'm a stem major and that is not my truth and i know it isn't because i veered into a more creative science path as to not kill what my truth is.
i think about how often times when i'm upset my mouth opens and my mother comes out and how that is a truth of what i could be but what i work hard not to turn out like. i think about how we distill so many sciences to make room for what we love and what we want to explore and how no matter how distilled it was it was still hard for me to understand but my parents refused to let that be a truth.
"it's hard" i would say and my mother would get so angry, tell me that i was dumbing myself down as a girl. that i shouldn't do that. "it is what it is" i say as i vomit from anxiety and stress.
loved this. love you. always.
oof. so felt bc so many times I'll look in the mirror and see my father and sometimes I think I understand him more and that scares me just as much as it comforts me. and then just the way math is distilled physics is distilled chemistry is distilled biology is distilled psychology... we r going in circles trying to assign numbers to the unquantifiable. But there's also lines somewhere in between all that where it is quantifiable but it seems we want to push that line further. I love you too always <3