Pocket Full of Pictures, Prose, & Poesies

The things that resonate the most. A side blog to @pocketfullofpoesies.

[andallshallbewell]

[radical-revolution]

The same capacity that lets you shatter completely is the capacity that lets you feel joy at full volume. You don’t get to keep one and refuse the other.

Most people try to negotiate with this arrangement. They want the depth of feeling that makes life vivid without paying the corresponding cost of vulnerability to grief. It doesn’t work that way. The heart isn’t built with separate chambers for different intensities of feeling. It’s built with one capacity, and whatever carves it open on one side widens it on the other. Numb yourself to protect against sorrow and you numb the exact same tissue that would have let joy in fully.

This is why people who have survived real devastation often describe an unexpected side effect alongside the pain, a capacity for gratitude and delight that feels sharper than before, almost embarrassingly intense over small things. The carving didn’t just create a wound. It created more interior space. Grief, for all it takes, leaves the container larger than it found it, assuming the person doesn’t spend their life trying to seal the opening back shut.

This isn’t a reason to seek out suffering, and it isn’t consolation offered too early to someone still in the middle of losing something. It’s simply an honest description of how the architecture works, observed after the fact. The depth of the carving and the capacity for joy were never opposing forces. They were always the same excavation, viewed from two different sides of the same wound.

Nothing carves you open without also making more room.

[what-iz-life]

Stop letting people consume you. they didn’t call? go to sleep. they didn’t message you? put your phone down and have a better day. they left you on read? delete the conversation. they didn’t make an effort? match their energy. never let your happiness depend on anyone

[thequotespot]

"I’m at that stage where I don’t want to argue anymore. If you want to believe I’m the villain in your story, then fine. I’m too busy trying to write my own happy ending."

[surqrised]

“I like to listen. I have learnt a lot from listening carefully. Most people never listen.”

— Ernest Hemingway

[deepwithinwords-deactivated2026]

[livelaughlamictal]

and you can aim for my heart, go for blood, but you would still miss me in your bones

[zippyzstuff]

[armandology]

fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this

[amoraando]

[quotemadness]

“Listen closely: the only time it’s too late to change yourself is when you’re dead. Until then, you’re simply making excuses or lying to yourself.”

— Unknown

[qvotable]

I am simply thankful for your existence- whether I am meant to be a part of it or not.

Beau Taplin

[qvotable]

Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It’s awful. Goodnight.

Charles Bukowski

[vampz-atack]

[comparativetarot]

Two of Cups. Art by Anna Surgan, from the Golden Enigma Tarot.

[wonders-of-the-cosmos]

The constellation Orion is framed by two Perseid meteors on Aug. 12, 2018, in Cedar Breaks National Monument, Utah.

Image Credit: NASA/Bill Dunford

[pmamtraveller]

The Offering — Malvina Hoffman (1920)