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Hannah Harrington, Saving June
it’s november again by Talin Tahajian
I can barely know you and miss you. I fall in love as easy as a daydream. Today, I cried into my coffee realizing that I would soon read ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ to my son for the first time. I cry to think there must be a last bluebird, and that they were once so new. Life isn’t grand because of castles on hilltops that mean to rule for a thousand years. It’s grand because of storms, flashes in the clouds that claim nothing save a memory. It’s grand because it ends. Because each moment promises us a forever, knowing it’s only half a lie. There is no doom in the world’s end. This was your world. This instant. It slipped out as you read this. You might chisel your initials in stone or film the lightning on your phone, but I hope you don’t. I hope you just watch, and cry, and try to taste every raindrop.
(Poem by Jarod K. Anderson. Check out his two poetry collections: Field Guide to the Haunted Forest and Love Notes from the Hollow Tree)
“I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?”
— Unknown
“Surrender comes naturally when you no longer ask, “Why is this happening to me?””
— Eckhart Tolle
I think the message of Howl’s Moving Castle is that in order to maintain a successful relationship with some kind of fucked up wizard, you must find it in yourself to also be some kind of fucked up wizard.
For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.
The night was all frost and a fairy tale.
Boris Pasternak, 20th Century Russian Poetry: Silver and Steel, from ‘The Christmas Star’, tr. Yakov Hornstein
when lorde said “it drives you crazy getting old” and oasis said “my body feels young but my mind is very old” and florence welch said “we’re just children wanting children of our own” and mitski said “mom, am I still young? can I dream for a few months more?” and hozier said “i need to be youthfully felt, ‘cause god i never felt young”
“I don’t want to get attached to anyone anymore, it only destroys me in the end.”
— Unknown
There Ain’t No Grave Gonna Hold My Body Down - Claude Ely
“He never spoke a word to me, And yet He called my name; He never gave a sign to me, And yet I knew and came.”
— Countee Cullen, from Simon the Cyrenian Speaks
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Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Rodgers & Hammerstein, Climb Ev’ry Mountain from The Sound of Music
John Muir in a letter to his sister Sarah, written in September 1873
Li Bai, Green Mountain
C. S. Lewis, Til We Have Faces
Brokeback Mountain (2005) dir. Ang Lee
Juan Carlos Osorno, Process Book 2013 (via)
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Johanna Spyri, Heidi
‘The Lion’ all began with a picture of a faun carrying an umbrella and parcels in a snowy wood. This picture had been in my mind since I was about sixteen. Then one day, when I was about forty, I said to myself, ‘Let’s try to make a story about it.’ - C. S. Lewis