i am light.

a lifetime in a blog

[intotheday]

Blog of a Lifetime.

This blog has been with me for 13 years. It started as a freshman in high school. I now have a doctorate, a career, a family. I never thought I'd make it past 14.

I rarely post anymore. Sometimes it's actually a bit painful to revisit this website. Just now, I searched my Following list and read "updated 10 / 11 / 12 years ago" over and over again. My friends were here. My words are here. There is proof of my past and my present here. I am forever grateful to have this space.

I will continue to revisit once in a long while.

Until then, thank you, Tumblr. I will always love this little corner of the internet.

<3,

alex.

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

[intotheday]

There are a couple of students walking around that make me think of you and I - how simple it felt, how beautiful it was.

I felt sad at first, but the memories are all wonderful. I watch from the outskirts as they slowly fall in love, and I think fondly of you.

[antisquared]

[sunshine-and-happy-things]

[liekeland]

[bryandaugherty]

[chanelbagsandcigarettedrags]

[intotheday]

“Remember that it’s a beautiful and honorable privilege to be on this journey. You can do this.”

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Hours

[deseos-de-la-via-lactea]

[mols]

[harmony-is-happiness]

[wildsunshine]

[sunsetpinks-deactivated20220109]

“You don’t meet the people you love, you recognize them.”

― Anna Gavalda, “Life, Only Better” , trans. Tina Kover

“You and I know each other in our bones”

― Kurt Vonnegut, from a letter to Nanny Vonnegut 

“but everyone had this patina

  of slightly bruised longing, this shimmer of

  I think I knew you when we were children,

  this look of I’ve loved you ever since you

were born

  and probably longer than that”

― Paul Hostovsky, from “Everyone was Beautiful,” Dear Truth (Main Street Rag, 2009)

“He’s been here in my heart before I even knew him. Understand? He’s always been here. Always.”

― Sandra Cisneros , from Woman at Hollering Creek: Stories; “Never Marry a Mexican,”

“You came into my life–not as one comes to visit…but as one comes to a kingdom where all the rivers have been waiting for your reflection, all the roads, for your steps…”

— Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to Véra Slonim (1923), Letters to Véra

“I love you. I feel as though we were never strangers, you and I, not even for a moment.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Mathilde Trampedach

“Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.”

— Robert Brault

“Here when I say “I never want to be without you,”

somewhere else I am saying

“I never want to be without you again.” And when I touch you

in each of the places we meet in all of the lives we are,

it’s with hands that are dying and resurrected.

When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,

in each place and forever.

— Bob Hicok, Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem

“She said that she had been searching for my eyes in the crowd because she felt as if she were talking to my heart.”

— Audre Lorde, from “Zami: A New Spelling of my Name,” published c. 1982

“Who knows? perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening…”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from You who never arrived (tr. by Stephen Mitchell); Uncollected Poems: 1913–1918

[tamper]

[even-in-the-mailbox]

Mary Oliver, Blue Horses