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Journal comic. Inktober day 5.
Vincent Van Gogh, Almond Blossom, 1890. Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam.
I now think of myself as someone waking up, cured of a long, bittersweet madness; one who cannot get away from it, who cannot recall his old ways without laughing and who no longer has any idea what to do with his life.
Jean-Paul Sartre, from The Words: The Autobiography Of Jean-Paul Sartre
Elizabethtown (2005)
I actually would like to wear flowers and leaves in my hair every single day if that’s okay
I don’t think that people accept the fact that life doesn’t make sense. I think it makes people terribly uncomfortable.
David Lynch
Periphery
Away from you, I find myself on the perimeter,
the edge of tomorrow, unaware and unwilling,
perhaps to let things pass me by, without being bothered.
Why is it so, that in the midst of everything,
the mind wanders to the places it shouldn't,
the heart gets restless when there should be peace instead.
Why do I live on the periphery of my life,
when even the thrill is not what I'm looking for,
plausibly the absence, the lack of meaningful moments,
takes its toll on me, perhaps, I find myself unsure,
steeped into moments of ambiguity,
will it all be worth it in the end, perhaps again.
These are the questions, to which I am yet to find the answers,
where else except within me.
- DG
You can be very wild and still be very wise.
Yoko Ono
it’s hot outside
Whoever claims to love God yet hates a brother or sister is a liar. For whoever does not love their brother and sister, whom they have seen, cannot love God, whom they have not seen. And he has given us this command: Anyone who loves God must also love their brother and sister.
1 John 4:20-21
Allow yourself to mourn the loss of love, and heal from those wounds. Don’t run into the arms of another lover, you will not find peace there: you will only accumulate more to heal from.
Tara Rose
It seemed like a great sign that we should meet again so soon. And whether or not it actually was a sign, the crucial thing is that we were both willing to see it as such.
Sharifa Rhodes-Pitts
And if you’re going to love me, you need to know that I am a complete mess. I cry whenever someone raises their voice and I always think that I’m never good enough because in the past that’s been the case. I cry whenever I start to even remotely think about my future because I don’t know who I am without this sadness and I don’t think I’m ever going to get better. I love animals way too much so I’m always bringing strays home. I get attached way too easily and I don’t know how to keep a conversation going. There’s days when everything is too much and I won’t speak to a single soul so please don’t take offense when I don’t return your calls. I come with a lot of baggage so you should know that I am no ray of sunshine and I am not made of fairy dust and everything pink and sunny. I am made of heartache, tears and sadness. If you’re going to love me, you should know that I open up way to easily and it leaves me with nothing for myself and that hurts. I let people take pieces of me whenever they decide to leave so I’m hoping that you won’t do that. As much of a realist that I am, I love romance. I don’t believe in a prince saving me, but I do believe in unicorns and ghosts. I always say my favorite color is blue, but if you ask me why I don’t have a happy meaning for it. I haven’t been to my father’s grave since the day we put him in the ground and that eats away at me. Holidays are always hard even though I always have a smile on my face. If you ask me what’s wrong more than likely I’ll say that nothing is wrong and that I am in fact fine. This is far from the truth. I am never fine, but there are days when I’m okay and if you can’t understand that then you should not be telling me you love me. I’m scared of love and what it does to people so if at times I push you away I am sorry. So I guess what I’m trying to say if that I am no picnic in the park and I hope that you can still say you love me. I am not for everyone, but I hope I am for you.
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