Scrapbook of Thoughts

Sometimes poetry, sometimes music, lots of words

[theradioghost]

when the times get rough and I lose sight of the goal i just. reread “the orange” by wendy cope again & remember. that’s where I’m going folks. sooner or later, whatever it takes.

[theradioghost]

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange— The size of it made us all laugh. I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave— They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy, As ordinary things often do Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park. This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

The rest of the day was quite easy. I did all the jobs on my list And enjoyed them and had some time over. I love you. I’m glad I exist.

– “The Orange,” Wendy Cope

[anancientheart]

“To love another is something / like prayer and can’t be planned, you just fall / into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.”

—

Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “Admonitions to a Special Person,”

[tricksterchris]

Of Brain scans and thievery

I don't like to ask for money at all, especially in these trying times where everyone is struggling, but I had to do various medical exams and while I was at the hospital my wallet got 150 euros lighter because I couldn't keep it on my person at all time (I had an MRI scan to my brain, nothing showed up, I'm good) so if you even have a dollar to spare I'll be forever grateful.

On paypal there's my dead name but I'm in such a borderline desperate situation that I don't care. paypal.me/tricksterchris

[scrapbookingthoughts]

My butterflies don't fly alone

They fill my heart with a painful flutter

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[the-end-of-art]

No writing is wasted

“No writing is wasted. Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there, and does not do well elsewhere. But any kitchen can become an ecosystem. If you bake a lot, your kitchen will become a happy home to wild yeasts, and all your bread will taste better. Even a failed loaf is not wasted. Likewise, cheese makers wash the dairy floor with whey. Tomato gardeners compost with rotten tomatoes. No writing is wasted: the words you can’t put in your book can wash the floor, live in the soil, lurk around in the air. They will make the next words better.” -Erin Bow

[sarahreesbrennan]

I’m always thinking about this excellent quote by Erin Bow, and decided I wanted it on my blog.

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source

[chaosciara]

Okay double reblogging because the source was leading me to a weird Instagram article? I don’t know if that’s an error on my side and if it is could someone please send me the correct link

I think this is the right petition though but I can’t find the links for anything else:

Sign the Petition

Revoke Beijing's right to host the 2022 Winter Olympics on human rights ground

If my information is wrong PLEASE CORRECT!

And DO NOT DONATE TO CHANGE.ORG. Their wording is tricky but the money goes to them and not to the cause.

[chaosciara]

Apologies for the triple reblog. Here’s the links for the Step 4 petitions

Here’s the amnesty.org link

Tell China to stop targeting Uyghurs

Right now, it is estimated that up to one million people - predominantly Muslim ethnic minorities - are being arbitrarily detained in “de-ex

Here’s the second change.org link

Sign the Petition

Petition to Free to Muslims in Chinese Concentration Camps

[scrapbookingthoughts]

Don’t cry to me over the misfortune you brought upon yourself

[myreticentvale-deactivated20231]

Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

[maddisonkennedy-deactivated2017]

Couldn’t scroll

[thy-devil-princess-deactivated2]

I don’t give a fuck if this doesn’t suit your ‘theme’ have a heart and reblog.

[scrapbookingthoughts]

Pensavi non avessi salvato il link al tuo tumblr? Adesso devo solo capire come funziona questa piattaforma mai vista!

Almeno hai il blog sul quale sembro intelligente, lmao, la tua anima marcirà a contatto con questo sito abbandonato da dio lmao

[scrapbookingthoughts]

Love shan't be as hard as marble for one to bang their heads on

It shall be as soft as the silky touch of a pillow, and as comforting as home

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[scrapbookingthoughts]

Most (Un)Wanted

But they don’t really want me Not really Not my existence Not my persistence 

My head on a silver platter

A proof that they meant something with my newfound docile state

No more clean slate!

blind with respect and craving only human decency

wishing only for a touch and some reassurance

The shadow of the pure that I never really was

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[lovelustquotes]

[hamletthedane]

-Emily Dickinson

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This day felt like a nightmarish fever dream

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I Faint, I Perish With My Love! by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I faint, I perish with my love! I grow Frail as a cloud whose [splendours] pale Under the evening's ever-changing glow: I die like mist upon the gale, And like a wave under the calm I fail

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I am a prisoner of a fairy-tale. My own softness chokes me.”

— Anna de Noailles, tr. by Jethro Bithell, from Poems; “In The Garden,”

[scrapbookingthoughts]

The day is still young, but I doubt there will be a poem of the day today, I never want to just toss something on my blog, I want it to inspire me, and today nothing inspired me

[scrapbookingthoughts]

A Following by Charles Bukowski

the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver:  "Chinaski, you got a following in Denver…"   "yeah?"  "yeah, I got a magazine and I want some poems from you…"   "FUCK YOU, CHINASKI!" I heard a voice in the background…  "I see you have a friend," I said.  "yeah," he answered, "now, I want six poems…"   "CHINASKI SUCKS! CHINASKI'S A PRICK!" I heard the other voice.   "you fellows been drinking?" I asked.   "so what?" he answered. "you drink."   "that's true…"  "CHINASKI'S AN ASSHOLE!"   then the editor of the magazine gave me the address and I copied it down on the back of an envelope.   "send us some poems now…"   "I'll see what I can do…"  "CHINASKI WRITES SHIT!"  "goodbye," I said.  "goodbye," said the editor.   I hung up.   there are certainly any number of lonely people without much to do with their nights.