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Before January ends, I’m going to magically and extremely be blessed by the universe.
good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.
Know in your heart that you will attract everything that is meant for you.
literary snippets over which i am losing my mind this week:
“(we are not single; we are one)” (virginia woolf)
“why was she dancing? no reason. just alive, I guess” (george saunders)
“touch me this time / let me love what I cannot know” (w.s. merwin)
“and when I found you laughing under trees, / The quail began to trill and flute away, / As far away as hands that reach for hands; / But, when it sang, you kissed me out of sound.” (james wright)
“what on earth can you do on this earth but catch at whatever comes near you, with both your fingers, until your fingers are broken?” (tennessee williams)
“come back! even as a shadow, even as a dream!” (euripides)
“with every word I write I remember the void that makes me write what I couldn’t if I let you in.” (alejandra pizarnik)
“I am dying alone / don’t wake me… / kiss me once again… / and sleep...” (saadi youssef)
“and the nights were as dark as my baby / half as beautiful too” (hozier)
“For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.”
— Simon Van Booy
leaves and blossoms along the way, mary oliver
Sandra Cisneros, A House of My Own
“Every word is an adamantine shell which encloses a great explosive force. To discover its meaning you must let it burst inside you like a bomb and in this way liberate the soul which it imprisons.”
— Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by P. A. Bien, from “Report To Greco,” publ. c. 1961
“Recently, my son said to me after seeing a ballet on television: ‘It’s beautiful, but I don’t like it.’ And I thought, Are many grown-ups capable of such a distinction? It’s beautiful, but I don’t like it. Usually, our grown-up thinking is more along the lines of: I don’t like it, so it’s not beautiful. What would it mean to separate those two impressions for art making and for art criticism?”
— “59. it’s beautiful, but I don’t like it” from 100 essays I don’t have time to write: on umbrellas and sword fights, parades and dogs, fire alarms, children, and theater, sarah ruhl
I have a really good feeling these next months will be full of love and success
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous: A Novel
I highly believe 2020 is going to be a great year for everyone. It’s like a new chapter, a new era. This upcoming year will be full of abundance, new relationships, new opportunities, positivity, and wealth. I guarantee it.
What is love in your opinion?
“i love you. i want us both to eat well” and also, “let me love what i cannot see” and also “you can fuck anyone but with whom can you sit in water?” and also “losing through you what seemed myself, i find selves unimaginably mine” and also “love is this: two solitudes that protect and touch and greet each other” and also “I wanted us to be entirely alone on this earth, entirely alone under the sky” and also “blow all my friendships just to sit in hell with you” and also “when i love i become liquid light” and also “won’t you come into the garden? i would like my roses to see you” andalso “i deliver myself over to the unknown, in coming to you, i am without reserves or defences, stripped entirely, into the unknown” andalso “i slithered here from eden just to be outside your door” and also “i loved her to the point of invention” and also “you rain on me and i like the earth receive you” and also “let’s plunge into the deep again my love” and also, always–“everyone can forget us–as long as you remember”
“My being alone (a contraction of all One) was mirrored by the full moon and reflected in the pond by the ring of koi. I felt centered and at peace; this was a meaningful coincidence, or synchronicity.”
— Joseph Cambray, Synchronicity: Nature and Psyche in an Interconnected Universe (Texas A&M University Press, 2009)
Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963
“The importance of touch is that it places you. It is the medium of the articulation of a relationship. Touch yields two different senses–that of connection and that of separateness. It makes for a sense of oneness … as well as for a sense of difference. One thing is sure: if we are not touched, we might begin to suspect that we are not here.”
Kathleen Woodword, Aging and its Discontents
“The longing to touch/be touched. I feel gratitude when I touch someone—as well as affection etc. The person has allowed me proof that I have a body—and that there are bodies in the world.”
Susan Sontag, Consciousness Is Harnessed To Flesh: Journals & Notebooks, 1964 - 1980
“Don’t we touch each other just to prove we are still here?”
Ocean Vuong, ‘On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous’
“While the skin appears to be the matter which separates the body, it rather allows us to think of how the materialisation of bodies involves, not containment, but an affective opening out of bodies to other bodies, in the sense that the skin registers how bodies are touched by others.”
Sara Ahmed, Strange Encounters
“There’s power in the touch of another person’s hand. We acknowledge it in little ways, all the time. There’s a reason human beings shake hands, hold hands, slap hands, bump hands. It comes from our very earliest memories, when we all come into the world blinded by light and color, deafened by riotous sound, flailing in a suddenly cavernous space without any way of orienting ourselves, shuddering with cold, emptied with hunger, and justifiably frightened and confused. And what changes that first horror, that original state of terror? The touch of another person’s hands. Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us…”
Jim Butcher, Skin Game
“Touch me, / remind me who I am.”
Stanley Kunitz, ‘Touch’