and when will there be a friday when i AM in love? When.
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and when will there be a friday when i AM in love? When.
the stars would be so proud to know their atoms created someone like you.
no phone i did not “miss a call” i watched it ring the whole time
Already done that, like, four times today. :) :p
“Despite how open, peaceful, and loving you attempt to be, people can only meet you as deeply as they’ve met themselves.”
— Matt Kahn
It's too early for me to have read something THIS meaningful!! 😭
― Mackenzi Lee, The Nobleman's Guide to Scandal and Shipwrecks
Do you understand? When I am done telling you these stories, when you’re done listening to these stories, I am no longer I, and you are no longer you. In this afternoon we briefly merged into one. After this, you will always carry a bit of me, and I will always carry a bit of you, even if we both forget this conversation.
—Hao Jingfang, ‘Invisible Planets,’ in Invisible Planets: Contemporary Chinese Science Fiction in Translation, tr. & ed. Ken Liu
Do you understand? When I am done telling you these stories, when you’re done listening to these stories, I am no longer I, and you are no longer you. In this afternoon we briefly merged into one. After this, you will always carry a bit of me, and I will always carry a bit of you, even if we both forget this conversation.
—Hao Jingfang, ‘Invisible Planets,’ in Invisible Planets: Contemporary Chinese Science Fiction in Translation, tr. & ed. Ken Liu
found this long forgotten piece I wrote a long forgotten time ago...hope y'all like it! :)
Mary Oliver, from “The Kingfisher”, House of Light
–Mary Oliver
How unfortunate to have witnessed this man only in pictures and videos. 🥺
Happy Birthday, Freddie. You're the greatest.
You are not behind in life.
There’s no timetable that we all must follow.
It’s made up.
7 billion people can’t do everything in the same order.
What’s early? What’s late? Compared to who?
Don’t beat yourself up for where you are. It’s YOUR schedule and everything is right on time.
I think the soft, mushy side of a really strong woman can only be revealed when a person has made her feel truly loved and appreciated. And I can't think of a better example than Lizzie and Darcy.
Silence. Solace. Serendipity.. I walked on the roof, listening to some of my favorite tunes, thinking, smiling, soaking in the freshly washed earth, the crisp fragrance of the morning air and the hide & seek of the clouds and the moon. I looked up, and there it was – silver, slim, shining – crescent in its shape, making me smile ear to ear while tears silently creeped their way up and filled my eyes… It was a truly happy moment. And gone so soon! I contemplated how perfect the start to this third day of September had been for me, I woke up at 1:30 a.m., (had slept at 11 last night), I read a chapter of a heart-wrenching book and then watched an episode of my comfort show. Then I sat down to write, but nothing came. So I planned the whole day, made some other small but significant decision and remained entraped in the beauty of solitary reflection. When the clock struck 4 I began my usual morning routine and thoroughly paid attention to and enjoyed everything I did. And then while I walked on the roof, consuming this lovely morning, words came flooding to me. I struggled to express it all at first, however as I began to type, it was only a matter of the first sentence after which I lost all power, and words consumed me. I wasn’t writing anymore, they were being written – and it is always the same for me. I think the art is always mightier than the artist..(not sure if anyone would agree with me on that tho)
can we please normalize being quiet in the morning
every day. please. for at least three hours straight.
Don’t know if it makes sense, but it’s exhausting having a disciplined, organized lady and a rebellious, wild one, both intricately mixed in a perfect proportion within yourself - confuses the shit out of you!