To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, draw closer, to find each other, and to feel. That is the purpose of life.
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To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, draw closer, to find each other, and to feel. That is the purpose of life.
MARGARET ATWOOD x WALTON FORD
âLet Us Now Praise Stupid Womenâ, Good Bones and Simple Murders (1994);
Gleipnir (2012), watercolor, gouache, ink, pencil on paper, 69" x 120" x ½".
no one is able to produce a great work of art without experience, nor achieve a worldly position immediately, nor be a great lover at the first attempt; and in the interval between initial failure and subsequent success, in the gap between who we wish one day to be and who we are at present, must come pain, anxiety, envy and humiliation. We suffer because we cannot spontaneously master the ingredients of fulfilment
[alain de botton]
Coordinates of Romantic Execution
-H.F. (05/22/15)
Oh The Irony (Hopeless Romantic) H.F. (12/31/19)
Untitled -H.F. (12/29/2019)
Weâll be okay
Corbin (09/28/19)
Iâll be the glitter mixed between your cigarettes
If youâll be the warm breeze
tousling my hair and kissing my cheeks
Iâll be your Vodka Tonic
If youâll be my glass of Whiskey, neat.
Iâll be your favorite song in the club
If youâll be my favorite blanket
with a good book and cup of tea
Not sure how I got here,
Unsure what lies ahead
All I know is when you smile at me
I forget how to catch my breath
I remember when you would reach out to me daily.
A ten word story (via hannahapproved)
fall in love with a poet
fall in love with a poet at least once in your life feel his fingers running through your hair have your heart pierced when he isnât even there
let his writing enrapture your sad soul let his words fill you until youâre whole
and even when he is long gone in his poems you will live on heâll remember every word you said and write you into every line on which his pen treads
fall in love with a poet, you wonât regret it. fall in love with a poet, trust me, youâll never forget it .
June 30th, 2019 (k.p.k)
well this social situation isnât going the way i acted it out in the shower
What if all the creatures in Minecraft are just attacking you because youâre destroying their home?
there are some things i believe in this world is redeemable love has an infinite quality to it + a fixed power we can choose to look at those who have hurt us, those who have said awful things to us, + say âthis is not you. this is something someone has done to you that you are transferring to others, but this is not you. + since it is not you, i will not allow myself to take this to my heart + hold it there until my heart turns from red to blueâ maternal instinct is next to godliness the past does not need to repeat itself there is always more light to find + some may call me idealistic for these beliefs among other beliefs but i do not care + i do not agreeÂ