uncle seth

[cosmicanger]

[surqrised]

“You must want to spend the rest of your life with yourself first.”

— Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey

[kwekuokatakyie]

[inkaseth]

Eat bread with joy, drink wine with a cheerful heart. Dress festively every morning; don’t skip skincare.

Relish life with the one you love every moment of your one wild life. Each day is the Universe’s gift to you for doing the hard work of staying alive.

Make the most of your life, and do the things you find pleasure in, because soon enough, you will die.

- Ecclesiastes 9:7-10, Seth’s Version

[capacity2]

People were less depressed decades ago bc everything was just prettier like the average 70s car was a work of art sure the serial killers were gonna get you but at least life was sexy before your untimely demise. And there was disco and real oakmoss in perfume need I say more. We have nothing left

[apoemaday]

Speech to the Young, Speech to the Progress-Toward

by Gwendolyn Brooks

Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the sun-slappers, the self-soilers, the harmony-hushers, “Even if you are not ready for day it cannot always be night.” You will be right. For that is the hard home-run. Live not for battles won. Live not for the-end-of-the-song. Live in the along.

[inkaseth]

Participate in the lives of your friends as much as you can.

Love is a thing that shows, so show up for the things that matter to them without care for the cost because love doesn't keep score or count cost.

[inkaseth]

As long as there is love, there will be grief. The grief of time passing, of life moving on half-finished, of empty spaces that were once bursting with the laughter and energy of people we loved.

As long as there is love there will be grief because grief is love's natural continuation.

Grief is a giant neon sign, protruding through everything, pointing everywhere, broadcasting loudly, "Love was here." In the finer print, quietly, "Love still is”

- Heidi Priebe

[inkaseth]

My desire for April is to be a fool

To embrace the truth that trying new things requires toddling, falling

To accept that to fall in love is to lose one’s senses

To know that epiphanies come from seemingly foolish questions

To be a lover or an expert or a philosopher requires that one is first a fool

[theotherkingdoms]

— Megan Fernandes, “Do You Sell Dignity Here?” from I Do Everything I’m Told

[inkaseth]

What’s your most painful childhood memory?

[sarfbort]

Look at the horse

By me

Ig : @sarf_bort

[saltmarshnerd]

Friendship can be just as intense as romance. Romance can be just as intense as friendship. There is no one over the other. There is human connection, there is the strength of the bond that varies based on the specific circumstances surrounding each relationship. There is love - it may be platonic or romantic or anything in between. There is love, and it simply presents different forms.

Love doesn’t come with a hierarchy.

[moonlight-dove]

Adapted from Homer, The Iliad

// David Benioff, Troy

[inkaseth]

You may believe that living life to the fullest is seeing every country in the world and quitting your job on a whim and falling recklessly in love, but it's really just knowing how to be where your feet are. It's learning how to take care of yourself, how to make a home within your own skin. It's learning how to build a simple life you are proud of.

- Brianna West

[inkaseth]

Don't lament so much about how your career is going to turn out. You don't have a career. You have a life. Keep the faith. Do the work.

The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and novels and dead people's diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.

- Cheryl Strayed “Tiny Beautiful Things”

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“In Vietnamese, the word for missing someone and remembering them is the same: nhớ. Sometimes, when you ask me over the phone, Con nhớ mẹ không? / flinch, thinking you meant, Do you remember me?

— I miss you more than I remember you.”