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when it comes down to it everything is about ghosts except ghosts, which are about love
“Many people are afraid of having large desires. Desiring something is a journey of getting deeply vulnerable and incredibly uncomfortable. When we desire something, we are revealing an aspect of us that is tender and lives inside our body. But often that thing we really desire, we are also deeply afraid of experiencing. There is this dissonance between what we really desire and what we are willing to trust that we can have, own, or be. Dripping with desire for something different and uncommon requires masterfully giving death to all the parts of you that are easily distracted and thereby blocking the desire from manifesting. Because when you meet your desire, you actually get to know your true self and honor your spirit. Likewise, placing your attention on the people, places, or things that aren’t serving, just so you can avoid doing the work to meet your desires, is kind of betrayal of your soul delaying your evolution. Too much time wasted on wishing and being distracted and not enough allocated towards following through.”
— India Ame’ye, Author
A scallop hits da bricks. Filmed in Norway. From The Norwegian Fjords: Life in the Twilights (2018).
I just want to be the person you write poetry about. Not even good poetry. The poetry of 1 AM text messages that try to spell out love in sloppy metaphors about stars and smoking. The kind of poetry of a lonely windowpane in rain. The kind that swells up in your throat while you’re drunk so when you speak it into my voice-mail it’s just, “You’re so beautiful and goddammit I’m in love with you.” Rearranged letter magnets on the refrigerator kind of poetry. Small note in the jacket pocket kind of poetry. The wordless poetry when you’re staring out the black windows of an empty train. Half-rhymed abandoned words you scribble out between meetings and forget on your desk. I want to be the person you try for, the one you spend hours scratching your head and tugging on your hair trying to frame into language beyond “fuck everything else you’re all I care about.” I want to be unspeakable to you, but glittering in your veins so you feel like if you don’t talk about it you’ll explode into stardust. What I’m saying is I want to matter to you like you do to me. I’m saying write me poetry.
theyer old enough that they used to connect
They're older than Florida. The Floridian peninsula is the solidified runoff of the Appalachians that got caught on some coral. It's why we're like this, I think. You don't stand a chance of being normal when you were created by the shed skin of an elder god draping itself over a hollow skeleton. You're always going to be a little Off.
They used to be as tall as the Himalayas.
Okay but are they older or younger than sharks?
THEYRE OLDER THAN SHARKS BY LIKE THIRTY MILLION YEARS
Yet they're still quite young.
In my country there's stone formations as old as life itself: the Kola-Karelia part of the Baltic Shield.
That rock has seen the first life forms emerging.
The mountains are so old they're not mountains anymore. Time has eroded them.
they REALLY like the ball
it isn't that i can't do it alone - but sometimes i feel it more, you know? i come back to an empty house. i have no one to text hey the flight got delayed, just letting you know i'll be a few hours late.
most of the time this is okay, and i bask in the quiet. i make myself a new and fancy recipe. i bake treats for my dog. i take environmentally-shameful-length showers. i often like being alone. i like to sit and have the world hold me in a palm like a mercury spill.
but then the small things. i kind of want to see one of the touring broadway shows. or a particular movie. i just want to tangle my legs into someone else's while we eat popcorn and talk about our favorite types of tea or something. it's not that i can't handle any of this by myself - i do, i am happy doing so - but i sometimes cut the orange in half and wish i could peel it for a second person.
i am cheerfully and chipperly informed that all things can be fun and exciting by yourself. i am reminded that loving myself should be the first and foremost goal. i am jokingly informed that if i just hold out, my wife will appear in the clouds as if i wished for her - but that i shouldn't drive myself crazy by looking. i ground myself in my incredible friends and support. i do it all the "right" way.
it's just - i had a long day today. and i wish i had someone's hand to hold about it.
You know what's really hot? Not having to guess someone's feelings or intentions
i really love being adored. Unfortunately
i’m doing it for the plot (creating a beautiful life for myself no matter the cost)
Hey. Stop for a second. Take this moment to appreciate that you don't have to write a paper right now. No one is asking you to write a paper. You don't have to think about the paper or plan your time around the paper. You have the freedom to think about whatever you want. Everything is going to be okay. At least you don't have to write a paper right now
*through gritted teeth* when i do something wrong and am politely asked to change my behavior its just a simple request to fix a problem and not an indictment of my character. when i do something wrong and am politely asked to change my behavior its just a simple request to fix a problem and not an indictment of my worth as a human being
so it truly does hit you on a random december afternoon how much life has changed since last year
machine uses image recognition to detect lice on fish and then uses laser to blast the parasites.
saw a post which was like ‘you don’t need a rebrand or a glow up, your screen time is just too high’ and honestly yeah