“plunge”

“The summer Irish water doesn’t even pack enough punch for me these days. I’m beginning to believe that prolonged happiness is some sort of bullshit. Intense beautiful living involves pain. I know you, pain, my old buddy, we have been friends for so long now, what would I do without you? Life would be bright and shiny, lacking complex cloud shapes. Steeped in blue skies and anaesthesia, I could become a bored drunk with brown skin. For now I’d much rather dip my toes in cold water and plunge.”

– Ruth Fitzmaurice, I Found My Tribe (an absolute gem of a book you should all read asap)

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