Notes & Quotes @sassypris - Tumblr Blog

cite my sources? how about my beautiful mind

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the words im going to kill myself have no meaning anymore i just chant them to get me out of bed in the morning

hot girl spring is out. mary lennox spring is in. get in loser we’re frolicking in the garden; we’re talking to birds; we’re getting lost in the heather; we’re wandering gothic manors in the dead of night and discovering secret cousins concealed in attic bedrooms, we’re jumping rope

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“Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, squirrels and people. It must be all around us. In this garden-in all places.”

— Francis Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

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“It’s spring, you’re young, you’re lovely, you have a right to be happy. Come back into the world.”

— Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle (via luthienne)

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“The other day, lying in bed, I felt my heart beating for the first time in a long while. I realized how little I live in my body, how much in my mind.”

— Rodger Kamenetz, from Terra Infirma (University of Arkansas Press, 1985)

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“Cast yourself. You are the spell.”

— T. Thorn Coyle, Evolutionary Witchcraft

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Romanticize your life. Make it into a movie that you’ve always dreamed of. Don’t let no one stop you from making your life enjoyable, not even yourself. Make it beautiful, make it worth living.

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"A coffin is too ordinary for your body, I'd bury you in my own arms."

-Dhruv Sharma, Extract from "take me away"

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Natalie Díaz, from “American Arithmetic”, Postcolonial Love Poem (2020)

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May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude

[Text ID: Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass.

Let it go.]

marscia

Joan Didion writes, in On Keeping a Notebook, that the purpose of keeping a notebook, or a journal for that matter, isn’t because you simply want keep a personal record of things; but because you want to remember the person you were at that specific moment. we write things down on our notebook/journal/diary (whichever one of those you keep) because we want to remember. we want to remember what specific people meant to us on a particular day or hour. or minute. we want to remember our first impression of something (or of doing that something), possibly of someone, too. sometimes we think we’ll “always remember” important events: “I’ll make a mental note of that” etc etc. but in reality everything is fleeting. so Didion says write it down. keep a journal. that way, people, places, and certain events will always be there in case you ever want to come back to them sometime in the future. but also so that they don’t ever haunt you.