― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
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― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
[text ID: I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?]
all about love - new visions, bell hooks
“I let myself go, and made myself some coffee.”
— Anton Chekhov, from a letter to his sister written c. May 1890
i would like to spend the rest of my time loving things. so i will.
knuckle tattoos that say STAY SOFT
crazy how every time you go on a walk it’s like ohh that’s why i’m alive
mwah is a very important word
i love arrows -> and drawing connections -> noticing patterns -> making my thoughts hold hands ->
well, you know what? i'm gonna be gentle to myself. whether or not i accomplish things. whether i'm at my one hundred or at my ten percent. whether i'm angry, happy, stressed, anxious or insecure. even when i don't have all the answers or all the hope. even when the world demands more and more of what i can no longer give. even when i disappoint people. even, even, even.
M. L. Rio, If We Were Villains
Adonis, tr. by Khaled Mattawa, Selected Poems
transit by rachel cusk
someone invents a recipe > their child loves it > they grow up and replicate it for their own child > their child loves it > they grow up and replicate it for their own child > their child loves it > they grow up and replicate it for their own child > their child loves it > (this continues indefinitely)
The funny thing is as a parent you always think, “mine isn’t as good as Nana made it.” But your kid adores it and one day will say “it isn’t as good as my mama made it but the kids like it.”
and on it goes
and so love is passed down the chain of generations, on and on, from mouth to mouth to heart to heart
All i want is… financial stability.. nice skin…. fluency in my target languages…
The fear of doing something wrong should be smaller than the fear of never advancing at all. When you look at things from a perspective of growth it doesn’t mean that you stop fearing the mistakes you might make; it just means that you’ll embrace them as part of the journey, a part you don’t have to blame yourself for.
you know when like. its an evening in mid spring and you can hear birdsong outside your window and realize how much you’ve missed that sound over the winter. and your entire being just blossoms a little. yeah