May 2013
16 posts
“The sum
of your parts
is
my whole
most beautiful
chart
of constellations.”
– Marilyn Hacker, from Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons (via violentwavesofemotion)
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you really, really don’t understand self-torture…
until you watch sortedfood videos at 1am in the morning, when you are hungry and have nothing to eat.
just got back from training. today’s lesson? it doesn’t get any easier, you just have to get better. and i don’t know how long it’s going to take, but i will…
“I knew it wasn’t too important but it made me sad anyway.”
– J.D. Salinger (via loveiseccentricandsoami)
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i’m thinking about the way i’m spending this summer and it’s slightly disgusting how we’re already more than a week into it and i’m not doing anything productive, not even being alone. but now that i’m alone - in an MBS room, with a great view, no less - i’m thinking also about why i haven’t been alone. and i realize its because i would rather be...
“I suppose it is good for the soul to be hurt and perplexed perpetually. I know...”
– Vita Sackville-West in a letter to Virginia Woolf, 9 February 1927 (via courcel)
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now that summer’s here i think a part of me never wanted it to come. at the start of this semester i thought college couldn’t get any better than sem 1. i turned out to be so wrong. got close to a different group of people, drifted away from some. i’m okay with that now.
i’m thoroughly enjoying school. i know one day i’m going to look back and call these the best...
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if anything, i have learnt that 1) people are not what they let on and 2) that people are beautiful only from a distance. it is distance that lets us - makes us - fill in the gaps. when there’s nothing left to hide, i’m not sure if there’s anything there at all…
i will always choose detachment. why i let something that is probably nothing become everything i feel is beyond...
“My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.”
– Dejan Stojanovic (via 6-666)
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We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It’s our own concept—our own selves—that we love (Fernando Pessoa)
April 2013
53 posts
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find what you love
and let it kill you
“I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at...”
– Clementine von Radics, ”Mouthful of Forevers” (via waydowntown)
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instead of studying, i am:
checking flight ticket prices, looking at hotels around the world, researching on sweden/switz for exchange… this feeling is amazing, the fact that there is SO much of the world out there for me to see. but it is also claustrophobic because i know i just can’t see all of it at once. patience…
so thankful knowing that there are opportunities offered to...
“It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do...”
– Aldous Huxley, “Island” (via arpeggia)
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i remember this trip to the highlands. not a single day goes by without me thinking about the past and how different i am now. these hands, these legs, have grown. i write steady and walk steady now. i grew up knowing too much, but i know better now. i still get lost in a book. i still dream about the time i dangled my legs out of the balcony’s lower windows. ‘home’ became a...
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haven’t had the time to ‘just think about things’ for a while now. i feel like i’m changing; but this is not a change i see a need to resist. my preferred company is - and probably always will be - my own, but these days i’m getting comfortable with being around people… the same people. it usually isn’t until i am alone that i realise i’m actually...
Tightrope by Sina Queyras →
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“I want To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
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got the kids i teach in church to pray for me today. so touched. there’s just something about a kid’s prayer, so honest and heartfelt, especially when they seem to have a fear of praying out loud but still do it anyway because they know you need it.
i thought it was going to be a difficult weekend but He always delivers. refreshed to start the next two weeks. gonna end off year one...
“You hold an absence
at your center,
as if it were a life.”
– Richard Brostoff, from “Grief” (via proustitute)
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i am aware of time slipping through my fingers. i am aware of the dwindling days. trying to live in the moment for now…
“Picture this:
I was born in San Francisco
and conceived during an earthquake...”
– Clementine von Radics, “Picture This” (via clementinevonradics)
the château of my heart: How It All Comes Back →
commovente:
I sat stoned in a stranger’s bed thinking about the rain, and how people who don’t write poetry describe hands better than we can. I’m
thinking about how a boy once wrote
“poetry — ’letters on fire’”
and how many times i never told anyone the truth.
I’m stoned in a…
“I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are still...”
– Warsan Shire (via thatkindofwoman)
coffeeandcheesecake:
The first time I say I love you, your face crumbles. You look at me the way man stares in terror at the stars and the sea.
You grasp your head, fist your hair, hiss, whisper why me why me I am weak I am dirt I am dust I am nothing—
Why you? Because the earth is made of dust and dirt and you are as essential to me as earth is to sky; you give me something to set my...
“So you were born backwards.
Your heart covers 80% of your skin.
It is huge—and...”
– Miles Walser, “Perfectly Human” (via pigmenting)
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weight
when all that i’m doing is simply to distract me from all that i’m feeling. where are the words, my words, for this? i remember moments as if they have happened. that’s a really bad habit.
“I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people...”
– Katie Kacvinsky (via thatkindofwoman)
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i’ve always thought that reading my writing was the best way to get to know me better - and i was thinking about this last night. still seems true. seems like writing is the best way i can express myself. these words hold a part of my soul that i cannot reveal in any other way.
in the same way, a friend showed me a poem he wrote a few years ago. said friend is usually aloof and happy....
i’ll stop trying.
