The Man Who Sold the World (David Bowie Cover) // Nirvana
“I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.”
— Agatha Christie
Friendly reminder that you do not have to be on adventures and experience new things all the time. You might feel this pressure to do "cool" things every day just so you can tell other people what you did. But darling, you should live your life for yourself, not for the stories you might be able to tell. All you really need to do is be. Be in the moment. Be kind to yourself. Be there for yourself. Listen to your soul, listen to what it craves. Go on adventures and explore the world for the right reasons. Rest and recover when your body tells you to. I know that sometimes when you stand still, there can be a lot of uneasiness, because you think you have to go somewhere and do something amazing. But remember: It is absolutely okay to have days where all you do is breathe and take it easy. There is so much meaning in the slow days as well, my love.
what is it about getting older that makes every interaction feel so fucking sentimental? like saying goodbye to people used to just be a “see you around” sort of thing, and now it’s a whole declaration of love for the person and the position they’ve held in my life condensed into a hug or a “take care of yourself”
“All relationships have one law: never make the one you love feel alone, especially when you’re there.”
— Unknown
“The secret of happiness is: Find something more important than you are and dedicate your life to it.”
— Daniel Dennett
Let us not talk about how wonderful the universe is nor the mysteries it holds. I want to talk about something more wonderful than those shiny stars and the colorful galaxies combined: let us talk about you. How you like your coffee; what songs do you listen to; what's your favorite book; when was the last time you laughed so hard; when was the last time you cried your heart out; what do you hate about yourself? Anything. Let me be the one to unravel the mysteries everyone couldn't see nor handle. Let us talk about you and I'll talk about how you became my universe.
A person, even if he is subjectively sincere, may frequently be driven unconsciously by a motive that is different from the one he believes himself to be driven by.
Erich Fromm, Escape from Freedom
As a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for the most part do not want to know.
Carl Gustav Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections
I want to share your mouthful
I want to do all the things your lungs do so well
I'm gonna bed into you like a cat beds into a bean bag
Turn you inside out to lick you like a crisp packet
Amy photographed in her bedroom by Valerie Phillips, 2003
This morning I watched the deer with beautiful lips touching the tips of the cranberries, setting their hooves down in the dampness carelessly, isn't it after all the carpet of their house, their home, whose roof is the sky? Why, then, was I suddenly miserable? Well, this is nothing much. This is the heaviness of the body watching the swallows gliding just under that roof. This is the wish that the deer would not lift their heads and leap away, leaving me there alone. This is the wish to touch their faces, their brown wrists-to sing some sparkling poem into the folds of their ears, then walk with them, over the hills and over the hills and into the impossible trees.
this morning I watched the deer by Mary Oliver