“Switch your mentality from ‘I’m broken and helpless’ to ‘I’m growing and healing’ and watch how your life changes.”
— Unknown
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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“Switch your mentality from ‘I’m broken and helpless’ to ‘I’m growing and healing’ and watch how your life changes.”
— Unknown
Oscar Wilde, De Profundis // @i-wrotethisforme // Jorge Louis Berges // @smokeinsilence //@viridianmasquerade //Jorge Louis Berges // @honeytuesday // Kaveh Akbar // F. Scott Fitzgerald // AKR //Olivie Blake, from “Alone With You in the Ether” // Kaveh Akbar, Pilgrimage
“Trust yourself. You’ve survived a lot, and you’ll survive whatever is coming.”
— Unknown
“I plant roots so deeply in the people I love that I always lose a piece of myself when they go.”
— Unknown
“It had been a long day, and I don’t mind saying that I cried a little bit. There is nothing wrong with crying at the end of a long day.”
— Lemony Snicket
The Invariability Of Life Itself Iowa, 2018
Small Town Gothic
-It’s raining again. ‘It’s good for the crops’ you say. Everyone nods. Your neighbor’s cat is missing again, it never came back from the fields. ‘It’s good for the crops.’
-You are stuck behind a tractor again. 'It’s not a tractor, it’s a combine,’ someone says. You don’t know who, but you think it’s best not to question it. You don’t want to be stuck for too long.
-Someone calls to you from the corn field. They have a sing-song voice that’s tipped in shattered glass. When they ask you to come with them, you politely refuse. They tell you not to trust the voices in the woods, and you resolve next time to ask your mom for a ride.
-You remember as a girl waking up to the whistle of the 2 am train. A county song promises the chance to follow and never look back. You want to, but you’ve never been able to find the tracks.
-It’s fall, and fall means football. It’s a language you were never taught, but everyone knows. Someone asks you if you’re going to the game on Friday. There is always a game on Friday. You say you’ll catch the next one, but you’re already there.
-Everyone knows not to swim in the reservoirs. The old timers wink and say there’s something ancient in the depths. You always though they were joking, but the gleam in their eyes matches the gleam off the water, and you can’t be sure. Maybe they’re older than you think.
-There’s a statue in the cemetery. It’s old, so old, and you can’t quite tell what it used to be. No moss or ivy grows on the stone. You always watch it in the corner of your eye, you don’t want it to catch you off guard.
-The girl behind the counter tells you to try the pie. You don’t remember if you walked into the diner or the grocery. It doesn’t matter, she would still smile at you in whatever store you wandered into. She knows you name and asks about your mother. Her name tag is smudged, but it doesn’t matter. Whatever you called her would be wrong. Try the cherry, it’s in season.
-No one knows who spray painted the water tower so many years ago, and no one can agree on what it says. Whenever you look at it, it’s changed. No one remembers what it felt like before, but we know it’s different. The only thing we can agree on is that it feels like a warning.
“A book is a physical object in a world of physical objects. It is a set of dead symbols. And then the right reader comes along, and the words—or rather the poetry behind the words, for the words themselves are mere symbols—spring to life, and we have a resurrection of the word.”
— Jorge Luis Borges, This Craft of Verse
It's one of my theories that when people give you advice, they're really just talking to themselves in the past.
— Mark Epstein
Love conquers all (or at least it’s better than the alternative) by John Broadley
We are all ordinary. We are all boring. We are all shy. We are all bold. We are all heroes. We are all helpless. It just depends on the day.
Brad Meltzer (via sunsetquotes)