“You say ‘amateur’ as if it was a dirty word. ‘Amateur’ comes from the Latin word ‘amare’, which means to love. To do things for the love of it.”
— Mozart in the Jungle

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“You say ‘amateur’ as if it was a dirty word. ‘Amateur’ comes from the Latin word ‘amare’, which means to love. To do things for the love of it.”
— Mozart in the Jungle
The thought of death is liberating, whereas it's the thought of survival which gives us suffering.
things to cherish — an expression through color, by stefyloret
I still remember you as a little girl who overwaters plants because she doesn’t know when to stop giving.
Trista Mateer (24 of 30)
Art does not make social statements, but contributes to society on a deeper, less tangible level. I feel that what we should get from art is a sense of wonder, of something beyond ourselves, that celebrates our ‘being’ here.
Trevor Bell (via artpropelled)
Richard Leach
7 Words, Distressed page from old poetry book on playing card.
Let’s watch.
(C.B)(5.19.18)
Cats in graveyards
كلُّ القصائدِ أنتْ
All poems are you.
One Day (2011)
dir. Lone Scherfig
In the total darkness, poetry is still there, and it is there for you.
“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd. The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”
— Fernando Pessoa
To love someone long-term is to attend a thousand funerals of the people they used to be. The people they are too exhausted to be any longer. The people they don’t recognize inside themselves anymore. Humans are a seasonal species. It's a choice to love/honor their every moment.
Here is a secret about things you love. If you put them down you can always pick them back up again. You can always paint again, sew again, hike again, play music again, read that book again, watch the movie, etc. "But it's been so long." The thing you love doesn't care.
To love madly and endlessly and to have that love returned to you is a blessing.