i am a sucker for lesbian substack writers.

desire, i want to turn into you

Freud describes mourning as a situation in which the subject is unable to detach his or her libido from a lost object, the paradigm case being a dead loved one. But whereas mourning is defined by the loss of an identifiable object, melancholy is defined by the lack of any object at all. Whereas the mourner can enumerate endlessly all the meals and kisses he will never again share with his dead wife—can tell himself a coherent story about what is missing from his life now that the has been cast out of the remembered Garden of his love (however imperfect that Eden may have been in fact)—the melancholic “knows who he has lost but not what he has lost in him.” Even the language here breaks down here into a morass of indeterminability. Has the melancholic “lost” some specific “what… in [the other],” or in “[him]self”? Of course, the answer is “both,” because the melancholic knows on some level that nothing has really been “lost” in the first place. In Lacan’s terms, the melancholic has come into contact with a zero-degree of ontological lack, a void lurking behind every possible satisfaction, something unspeakable at the heart of every narrative.

Our sport teacher looks like ማክቤል

Yoo
When someone tells me something i belive about myself and when someone tells me something i am ashamed or insecure to to belive about myself IT IS SOO DIFFERENT

Like When Blen tells me 'i be struggling but then I ask myself what would Gelila do '
እንዴ ውስጤ ሀሴት አረገ

So to anyone who is lost Go back and seek your pain That is Where u can find the clarity toward who u want to become ?

So to anyone who is lost
Go back and seek your pain
That is Where u can find the clarity toward who u want to become ?

Pain is our motive?

pearl.