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Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems
getting older is all about getting weirder and sexier and more perverted and gluttonous and intelligent and blunt and eloquent and spontaneous and skilled. i love that for us.
You literally have to take this one wild and precious life and wrangle it into something that’s worth waking up every day for
gilries and their sudden urge to write a book
unfortunately i do think i am in fact doomed forever but at least there’s movies and music and idk probably some other things too
god forbid a woman doesn’t sparkle for an audience. god forbid she’s weird, lazy, a little off putting and not trying to impress anyone
alam ko sa sarili na masarap magmahal — at masarap ang may nagmamahal.
kaya’t palagi kong naiisip na talagang kakaiba ang pagmamahal kung sa tingin mo ay isa itong malaking kasalanan.
iba ang nagiging saklaw ng tao kapag ito ay lubusang nagmahal na kung sa ordinaryong pananaw; ito na ay nagiging iba at sobra.
kaya’t sobra ka kung magmahal, kung ang pag-ibig ang rason sa iyong pagiging makasarili sa taong sa tingin mo ay isang kalapastangan kung hindi mo maiibigan.
mga taong tila isang sumpa na ayaw mong matitigan dahil sa bawat pagtingin, unti-unting mong nauunawaan ang iyong kakulangan at nagiging totoo ang mga bagay na ayaw mong maramdaman.
ngunit ang bawat pag-iwas ang nagiging dahilan para maalala na kamalian sa sariling may kakahayang umibig ang pagtanggi at pagkaitan.
kaya’t napapa kwestyon ako— kasalanan ba ang magmahal kung ito ay may kalabisan? kapag ba’y lumabis ito na ay panglalapastangan?
o mas mali ang ipagkait sa sarili ang karapatang may maramdaman?
ah basta labis man, o sobra man,
ang pusong nagmamahal ay malaya,
at kailanman, walang pang aalipusta sa pag ibig
at kung ito man ay maging paglabag, sa tingin ko ang tao ay handa sa kanyang magiging kapapanagutan.
sometimes i think i have nothing in common with my younger self but then i remember the way i carry hope like a whisper. how i keep looking for the extraordinary in the quiet corners of my day. how i still feel every little thing too much.
No religion except whatever Mary Oliver had going on
i am nooooot locked the fuck in. im locked the fuck out. call the locksmith
life in spiral,,, but hopeful that everything will be eased out.
everything will work just fine. i know, i just know :) ☀️
plant thousands of cute smiles on everyone you meet, as your signature.
Devin Kelly, from "Wishing I Was Looking Down at Baseball Diamonds from an Airplane Window”
the idealized version of my tomorrow self will fix this
not again