Paul Celan, from “Go blind at once” (tr. by Heather McHugh & Nikolai Popov)
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one day you will wake up refreshed, drink coffee and be able to read a book the same way you did when you were little. you will have a cat who curls up to sleep on your lap or a playful dog who is happy to see you. you will be the kindest you can be, listening to stories, and checking up on people often. you will make pancakes in the morning and decorate your abode with plants, your old paintings and cozy cushions. you will fill photo albums with blurry photos of your new friends and road trips and summery evenings. you will visit your favorite bakery and library often, and keep in touch with people you love. things won’t be perfect, but you’ll be at peace with yourself and you will be in love with life again.
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You can always start again. Clean out your social media. Create a new account for your new taste in music. Study or work in a new city. Start socialising with new people. Choose a new signature scent and style and purge the outdated parts of yourself. If you don’t like where you’re at, but you don’t know what to do about it - try starting again.
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“I came home. I enjoyed my bath. I enjoyed perfuming myself. I knew I was born for this, to do it over and over again, the ritual of the dressing, the perfuming for love, for sensuality. I enjoyed everything sensually,”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947
Kenrei Mon-In Ukyō No Daibu, tr. by Kenneth Rexroth, from Written on the Sky; Poems from the Japanese
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Abiah Root (May 1848)
reading vincent van goghs letters and he keeps repeating the same thing.. that i may be of use in the world. he repeats it over and over, in questions, in musings, in desperation. how can i be of use in the world? (the most precious question!) how can i be of use in the world? (how can anyone?) reminds me of that mary oliver quote: to pay attention, this is our endless and proper work. if i were any more insightful i could say something profound here, but i think if we keep focused attention on the question, we may find a way to be of some good. like rilke meant. by loving the questions themselves, we may one day stumble upon the answer.
“It is spring, and the night wind is moist with the smell of the early flowers; the moon pours out its beauty,”
— Margaret Atwood, from The Selected Poems: 1976 - 1986; “No Name,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Moodboard: spring
“In sleep and in waking, I open a blossom and live inside it.”
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you’re so strong. you’re always doing your best to be there for your friends, for your family, for your loved ones. you’re trying so hard to help, to make the world a better place, to be the best version of yourself. just know it’s okay to let go. breathe in, breathe out and let go. you don’t always have to try this much, to always walk the extra mile. it’s okay not to be okay. it’s okay to ask for help. it’s okay. it’s okay. let go.
