♥☆小丸子♡♥

はじめまして、 I like to read, write, sketch, learn, think, chat and sing♪ This is a blog for my thoughts, studies, adventures, and anything else I find interesting. どうぞよろしく(￣ー￣)☆彡

[jagaimocchi]

日本人が古くから日々の暮らしの中で実践してきたことや、暮らしの中にあった考え方に改めて注目し、現代にも受容されうる「うつくしいくらしかた」を提案する研究所。

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Kay Redfield Jamison, from “An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness,”

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[ID text: Which of my feelings are real? Which of the me’s is me? The wild, impulsive, chaotic, energetic, and crazy one? Or the sky, withdrawn, desperate, suicidal, doomed, and tired one? Probably a bit of both, hopefully much that is neither. Virginia Woolf, in her dives and climbs, said it all: “How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?” end ID]

[takashiyasui]

「写真で悩んだら水辺に向かえ」の法則

[jagaimocchi]

日本は最高に美しい国だね。

最後に行ったのは5年前だったっけ…

そのときに今の世界はこうなってるか、誰でも想像できなかったね。

皆さん、気をつてけください。

[luthienne]

Danusha Laméris, Bonfire Opera: Poems

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Jim Musil on Instagram

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Poetry is not just relief; poetry is tension. Poetry is departure. Poetry is return. Poetry is memory.

Emily Jungmin Yoon, from A Cruelty Special to Our Species (via wishbzne)

On why I will always love poetry.

[takashiyasui]

Atami, Shizuoka

[inkskinned]

Such tender places we create when we take what broke us and bend it into a better shape. The other day I watched her settle cookies into a pan. She looked at me and said: my daughter will never worry about what she eats. The other day I watched him pick up a cat so tenderly it immediately fell asleep. Half-crying he whispered: if only someone was this gentle to me.

Oh I know how to be sharp. Don't we all.

But water finds its way into the stone. And I will be good, even if I am little.

[weltenwellen]

Fernando Pessoa, from “Oxfordshire”, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems

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“Perhaps we are always hurtling our bodies toward the thing that will obliterate us,”

— The Carrying; The Leash, Ada Limón

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“You may have learned from your mother or any other hunted woman. Smiling at devils is a useful, learned thing. Swallowing discomfort down in spades holding it tight in your belly.”

— bone; a fine art, Yrsa Daley-Ward

[jagaimocchi]

Reprieve

Sometimes it may feel like you are just a body with feelings trapped inside. Cast off from reality, you respond to your spirit animals, to anger, to joy, to hope, to sadness, and to grief.

Take a moment, a few seconds you can spare to sit with yourself, and these feelings who you are so used to being guided by; just take a moment, don’t converse but listen to your chest heaving up and down and up and down your chest, your heart, your blood the life that gives you form and substance: physical, substance!

Step aside from those guides, your feelings, just for a moment, put them aside. I promise you, that you will find it easier, just for this moment, to breathe and to be alive.

[femmociraptor]

“Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver (1935-2019)

[jagaimocchi]

White rage

White rage. Seething, deep breaths calm my soul like aloe. Rub it in. In circles, imagine that motion, round and round, we sooth ourselves, tame the beast that rages within us. A war of emotions: the fire that stirs within each of our guts, that tells us what is wrong and what is right, the passion of the human mind and our hearts, engulfed in fury. 

[weltenwellen]

May what I do flow from me like a river,   no forcing and no holding back,

Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God (via weltenwellen)

[boringangel]

olivia de recat for the new yorker

[jagaimocchi]

Our relationships with people are just fascinating, aren’t they? I don’t know why I torture myself by thinking about people who I have lost to time, to lazy texting, to undervaluing my presence at a birthday party. How do I do better? What does better mean? 

Perhaps we were always meant to drift apart.

[khazads]

Whisper of the Heart (1995) + clutter

[jagaimocchi]

khazads: Whisper of the Heart (1995) + clutter 

Clutter In the very depths of my being The pool of my womb, I feel it; A greed, a wanting, to be everything To be better, and to be all. Greedy. I tap into a desire To collect things: Compliments, throw-away Comments, gifts from ex-friends One-time companions A treasure trove of reminders Of self-worth. The underside of my ego Begging for you to scratch it.