Zayn performing the opening of Night Changes to thunderous applause by the crowd in Mexico on 3/25
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Zayn performing the opening of Night Changes to thunderous applause by the crowd in Mexico on 3/25
ZAYN | Die For Me
my pet theory is that there is a fairly significant percentage of people with brains primed for analysis of one kind or another but who lack the necessary framework to do so in a productive and meaningful way. maybe they grew up in an area with little educational opportunities or struggled in the conventional modern school system. no shame in any of that since no one is born with an innate understanding of ontology and epistemology but it does mean that a lot of people are the equivalent of an understimulated border collie in a studio apartment, brainpower-wise. and sometimes you see someone neck deep in meaningless internet discourse and itās like please pick up a philosophy textbook you will love it i promise
Carrie Fountain, from "Late Spring in the Mesilla Valley", Burn Lake
at the risk of being cringe with everything going on ā this week, the last six months, the past five years ā i keep thinking about that one quote from the great gatsby
āthey were careless peopleā¦they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.ā
itās just every day now, huh.
would you like to be old friends? maybe meet again in a decade or so? stumble into the same corner of the world by happy, human accident? look at me like you know me? like all the love we had was just on stand by, waiting to be fallen back into, waiting for permission to wake up, like the dormant volcano we are? pick each other back up again like a well loved, well forgotten book? would you like to be old friends? would you like to remember me a little?
āWhat characterizes the free spirit is not that his opinions are the more correct but that he has liberated himself from tradition, whether the outcome has been successful or a failure.ā
ā Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human, 225
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iāve warmed up significantly towards the concept of small talk ever since i learned that its sole purpose is to make friendly noises.
as long as you smile and nod, people are satisfied. itās just to show that you are nice and there with good intentions. weāre small in a big world and have to rely on other people to be decent to us. so we do our little human dance to each other to say, āiām not here to hurt you. hereās something we have in common, like the weather or sports or itchy sweaters, so we both know weāre on the same team. we both agree on a basic fact, like that it is rainy or that being itchy is uncomfortable, and this proves we can get along. iām being light-hearted and non-threatening right now.ā
small talk isnāt to get to know a person. itās just a greeting to affirm youāre buddies in the universe.
i am motivated by wanting the other person to know i am friendly, so i have gotten pretty decent at small talk when i used to hate it.
january is one of those months where you experience every feeling on the human spectrum and you just have to go about your day like that isn't happening
My resolution last year was to do one thing before bed that would make my morning feel easier, and thatās become a daily habit that Iām carrying into this new year.
Some nights even filling up the kettle and setting an empty mug out for my morning tea felt hard. But I was always thankful for it in the morning.
Other nights, one thing would lead to another, and Iād wake up in a clean house with everything ready to go.
And, on a rare few nights, the one thing that I could do to make my morning easier was going straight to bed and allowing myself to rest.
What stayed the same each day is that I would take a moment to think of what I could do for my future self and do it, even after a hard day. And I would wake up knowing that I had done my best and any effortāno matter how smallāwas a kindness to myself.
Iāve been doing a lot of āa treat for future meā moments lately.
Thatās a great way to look at it, and I love this artist! (Anna-Laura: instagram / website)
āāWhen I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastorās wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didnāt believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spankingāthe first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with. The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, āMama, I couldnāt find a switch, but hereās a rock that you can throw at me.ā All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the childās point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone. And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.āā
ā Astrid Lindgren, author of Pippi Longstocking, 1978 Peace Prize Acceptance Speech (via jillymomcraftypants)
In 1978, when she received theĀ Peace Prize of the German Book Trade, Lindgren spoke against corporal punishment of children in a speech entitledĀ Never Violence!Ā After that, she teamed up with scientists, journalists and politicians to promote non-violent upbringing. In 1979, a law was introduced in Sweden prohibiting violence against children in response to her demands. Until then there was no such law anywhere in the world.
What a legacy. Weāre so lucky to have had her.
can my thoughts leave me alone for five minutes
Your regular reminder that trickle-down economics is a cruel joke designed by the wealthy.
HE FOUND TUMBLR??????
Iāve been here the whole time.
Dear god, he's not kidding...
Ā« I keep a journal of quotes, lines from songs, poetry. Nothing is my original thought ā but all of it struck me as meaningful when I wrote it down.
[ā¦] From my early 20s, there are pages trying to convince myself that friendship, which I had, could be as valuable as romantic love, which I didnāt. (Andrew Sullivan: āIf love is about the bliss of primal unfreedom, friendship is about the complicated enjoyment of human autonomy.ā) [ā¦] Ultimately, when I was no longer so preoccupied with finding romantic love, my shift toward looking more closely at my other relationships is mirrored in my transcriptions: Vivian Gornick on her relationship with her mother; Durga Chew-Bose on the rapturous, fresh intimacy that I miss now.
[ā¦] Thrumming beneath the pages is a shifting self-image. When I read them, I recognize the past me who saw herself in these quotes, but I donāt roll my eyes at her. With othersā words as intermediaries, the harsh light of hindsight softens. If keeping a journal would be a way to look in the mirror and make an honest appraisal of myself, keeping a commonplace book is more like looking at myself out of the corner of my eye.
Itās an admittedly different approach from my generationās inclination toward full-frontal accountability. Daily diary apps and self-improvement podcasts and confessional Instagram stories evince a belief that to grow as a person you have to be entirely, unflinchingly forthcoming. But I couldnāt catalog my flaws without flinching. And I donāt think I need to. Thatās part of the point of reading, I think: When I find myself too earnest, too impatient, too much, I can be in conversation with other minds instead. Keeping a commonplace book feels like a kinder way to grow, by wrestling with the articulations of others in the open as I hopefully adjust myself within. Ā»
ā Charley Locke, āCommonplace Books Are Like a Diary Without the Risk of Annoying Yourselfā
āDiaries are very futile. I must be all dream or all deed. It is quite impossible for me to express any of the beauty I feel to half the degree I feel it; and yet it is a great pleasure to seize an impression and lock it up in words: you feel as if you had it safe forever.ā
ā Wallace Stevens, from a journal entry c. July 1899 featured in his Selected Letters
My head was a glove. It had many fingers. It grabbed for things, but they were slippery. I couldnāt find the light switches, and I forgot ho
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āHonestly, I am still not OK, which is fine. I was not OK before the strokeāwhich is why I had the strokeāand no one ever gets around to choosing their seventh favorite dessert because things really never get that bad. At sixteen, I proclaimed that I would become a poet and experience the world. Then I started to experience the world, and my resolve to experience the world started to waver. I donāt think trauma makes for better art, but I think perplexity is fundamental to it. Chrysanthemum: it isnāt what you think it is. Or, perhaps more accurately, it could mean something different than it currently does.ā
recognising your parent's mannerisms in yourself and physically feeling psychic damage occur