have ever known

the outward dream

One of the first barriers to spiritual practice is restlessness. 

Restlessness is experienced as happiness being “elsewhere.” There is something intuited as unsatisfactory in your present circumstances and there is something desired elsewhere. The strained energy between those points creates the feeling of restlessness. 

Whether it is wanting to be elsewhere on a work day, at the right night spot on a Saturday night, or watching TV instead of meditating, it is the same energy. 

The feeling of peace causes restlessness to diminish. Also the diminishment of restlessness is experienced as the arising of peace. With that peace comes a natural degree of energy and focus. 

This turns the tides such that the flow of your attention can be more easily directed inward. In truth, your own existence is the most real thing you have ever known. Yet have you really come to know it? Now that your restlessness doesn’t have you chasing mirages, you can really introspect and sink into your existence.

The source of happiness does not lie in objects but rather in the place happiness is felt: in you. Lose your restlessness by turning inward and turn inward by losing your restlessness. 

Namaste

Do you think Maggie could have expected this?

When she was alone in Nebraska, feeling like she was from Mars. When she summoned up all her bravery to confess her feelings not to have it blow up in her face. When she was kicked out of her own home, abandoned by her parents, when there was no one like her on tv and she was lucky if she was passively tolerated, much less celebrated.

Do you think she ever could have known that this would happen? That in her future, there was a woman. Not just any woman. But the one woman who sees her pain for what it is, who is there to help her heal.

Do you think she thought she would get to marry that woman? That after all that suffering, she gets a wife?

I thinks it’s not the aliens that would have shocked 14yo Maggie the most.

It’s this.

My grandfather was a holocaust survivor.

My grandfather was the strongest man I have ever known.

My heart is broken. He left the earth tonight.

And I will miss him.

Someone else on tumblr pointed out that PASSENGERS might have been a more meaningful movie if it was about just THE ONE person dealing with being alone on the ship for the rest of their life.  And if, to cope, they go through and make it a point to learn everything they can about all of the other people on the ship.

And I just keep thinking about this idea.

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I wish I could explain it. I wish I had the right words to express what it was that I felt for you. The best way to put it is that I loved you. I loved you with purpose. My love for you was brave and fearless. My love for you was embracing and kind. My love for you was unlike any other love i have ever known or experienced.
—  dittemia

anonymous asked:

dom if the signs were poems which poems would they be?

CANCER
I am the wound and the knife!
I am the slap and the cheek!
I am the limbs and the rack,
And the victim and the executioner!
I am the vampire of my own heart.
– Charles Baudelaire 

GEMINI
I am composed of particles which are
different from me —
though you categorize me as Particle Doll.
If you fuck with my brain change my particles, chemicals
you’ll perceive a different me
as far as you’re
concerned, but you’ve never
really perceived me anyway.
— Alice Notley 

AQUARIUS
Sure, in the end, like any soul
you were endless and yets—
brave, deft with phrases, kind—
three cheers for you. Too closed to
want what others love, you vetoed life.
Were there other worlds to crave?
— Steven Heighton

TAURUS
Forgive me,
That I manage badly,
Manage badly but live gloriously,
That I leave traces of myself in my songs,
That I appeared to you in waking dreams.
– Anna Akhmatova 

VIRGO
My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
I never know what you are thinking. Think.
– T.S Eliot

CAPRICORN
Call me rough, ill-tempered, slovenly— I tell you,
every tenderness I have ever known
has been nothing
but thwarted violence, an ache
so permanent and deep, the lightest touch
awakens it … It is impossible
to care enough.
– Rita Dove

LIBRA
Yet I’d risk my life
on that dilly dally buttercup
called dreams. She of the origin,
she of the primal crack, she of the boiling beginning,
she of the riddle, she keeps me here,
toiling and toiling.
– Anne Sexton

PISCES
I am pure emotion and you must pour me
into something pure. I will live for me
I will die thanks to unconditional love.
– Jenny Zhang

ARIES
I feel like I am floating in plasma
I need a teacher or a lover
I need someone to risk being involved with me.
I am so vain
and I am so masochistic.
How can they coexist?
– Francesca Woodman

LEO
Red foam of desire, slaughter on the high seas,
blue rocks of delirium,
forms, images, bubbles, the hunger to be,
momentary eternities,
excesses: your measure of man.
Dare to do it:
be the bow and the arrow, the string and the “ay!”
Dream is explosive. Explode. Be a sun again. 
– Octavio Paz

SAGITTARIUS 
Is this you, this edgy joke
I make, are these your long fingers,
your hair of an untidy bird,
is this your outraged
eye, this grip
that will not give up?
– Margaret Atwood

SCORPIO
It is easy for a person to think
themselves into a forest. Nighttime
or otherwise, then think about when
the object of your desire
is also the object
of your disgust.
Now we’re getting somewhere.
– Wendy Xu

imagine if the baker street boys epilogue was narrated by mrs hudson
  • Mrs Hudson: I know you two; and if you come back and live in MY house, I know what you could become. Because I know who you really are. A junkie who solves crimes to get high and the doctor who never came home from the war. Well, you listen to me: who you really are, it MATTERS, I've been trying to tell you all these years. There are two men sitting arguing in a scruffy flat, like they’ve always been there and they always will. The best and wisest men I have ever known. My Baker Street boys. Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.
  • Mrs Hudson:
  • Mrs Hudson: Well then? Get on with it, I'll officiate the wedding

Reasons why bughead is the otp i never knew i needed:

- It’s a relationship solely built on friendship, trust and affection between two people. There’s no “belligerent sexual tension”, “hating each other but secretly wanting to have sex”, or petty insults that are somehow romanticized into “hot witty banter”. There’s just love, unspoken understanding and empathy.

- Jughead and Betty are both damaged people going through rough patches in life, but it’s not portrayed in a “omg we’re so fucked up and it’s glorified to be something morbidly beautiful as we spiral into mutual destruction” way, it’s more like “our lives are messed up and it’s not okay, but we’ll help each other through this, we’ll overcome it together”.

- Even though it’s clear that they mean a lot to each other, they are able to exist as two separate characters with respective compelling stories, instead of being reduced to “one half of a ship”. They both have priorities that they (rightfully) put before their relationship. So many ships end up overshadowing the characters involved that they’re pretty much empty shells without their relationship with each other keeping them relevant to the plot.

- The casual way with which they show affection. The casual touching, hand holding, sitting-side-by-side-with-zero-personal-space, the slinging-a-leg-over-the-other’s-lap thing. Some of them are even blink-and-you’ll-miss it shots. It’s never a big deal. It’s like physical affection comes to them naturally. It’s perfect.

- The huge smiles they always wear on their faces when they’re together. It’s so clear they make each other happy by just being there. There’s no tears, no arguing, no physical violence, no drama, all of which staples of “interesting relationships” on television, and yet theirs is one of the most compelling love stories I have ever known.

I don’t think people understand how rare it is for a tv pairing to be this healthy and good, and how much it means to me. I’m crossing all my fingers that this is the way they’ll always be. It’s time for us to put all those dramatic and destructive romance tropes to bed and stop pretending it’s romantic.

I was doing well, and then one thing hit and after that I can barely lift my head up from everything thats crashed down onto me.
And half of it is because of you.
After you left, I hid my feelings so well that I even forgot I felt them. I used forgetting as a way to heal, I forgot to feel the emotions that come after a breakup and I was doing so well because of that.
But now I’m remembering. And since I’ve started I cant stop. I remember being there the first time our hands intertwined and I remember the way it felt to be so close to you. and I remember every single phone call that we had. And all that may sound nice, because it did make me smile, it did make me laugh thinking about the things you’d say but then it just hurt because your not here. none of that is here anymore.
You use to text me in all caps saying you loved me and now you don’t even look in my direction. You can’t even say hello anymore..
And it hurts, because now that I remember how it felt to be there, to have you, to love and be loved, I miss you.
I miss you so damn much and I can’t breathe because suddenly I’m reminded of when you ended things. and then the picture flashes through my mind of you with her.
And now I can’t even get out of bed anymore because life hurts too damn much.
Because I’m reminded of how people can wake up one day and decide that they don’t love you anymore. and I’m so scared that everyone I have ever known will leave.
.
—  you screwed me up