“I would never tie you down, not even with garlands of roses. I don’t want anything from you that doesn’t come from your own impulse, like water from the springs.”
— Dulce María Loynaz, tr. James O’Connor, Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems; “XLVI”
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“I would never tie you down, not even with garlands of roses. I don’t want anything from you that doesn’t come from your own impulse, like water from the springs.”
— Dulce María Loynaz, tr. James O’Connor, Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems; “XLVI”
they don't make anything anymore
hello september. i’m greeted by your moss covered hands and dew on the windowsill. things are changing once again. this time, i let them.
“Lonely people have enthusiasms which cannot always be explained. When something strikes them as funny, the intensity and length of their laughter mirrors the depth of their loneliness, and they are capable of laughing like hyenas. When something touches their emotions, it runs through them… awakening feelings that gather into great armies.”
— Mark Helprin
sorry i unpacked all my trauma do you still wanna kiss
me: :((
spring: 🌼 ° 🌱 ۫ ☁️ ⊹ 🌷 🕊 * ִ ۫ 🐝 . ° 🌾 * 🌞 ⊹ ❀ 🍃 .🌿 * . 🌻 ° . 𖧷 ࣪ ᳝ ࣪ 🦋. * . ⊹ 🐛 •. * 🐞° ❁ ࣪ ᳝ ࣪ 🍃 .🌈 * . 🐌. * 🌳 ꕥ ᳝🐿️ 🍄 ⊹ 🌱 ࣪ ᳝ ࣪ 🧚🏻♀️ • 💐 * . ✿ ° 🌷 * . 🌲
me: :))
you ever hear a new song and immediately go “oooh the fake scenarios in my head are gonna love this”
you are not a machine. you are more like a garden. you need different things on different days. a little sun today, a little less water tomorrow. you have fallow and fruitful seasons. it is not a design flaw. it is wiser than perpetual sameness. what does your garden need today?
“But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you.”
— Louis Sachar
“Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake.”
— Victor Hugo (via thoughtkick)
It feels like deeply maladaptive that the human body's response to intense hunger is to feel nauseous. Like what was the goal there
“To make the right choices in life, you have to get in touch with your soul. To do this, you need to experience solitude, which most people are afraid of, because in the silence you hear the truth and know the solutions.”
— Deepak Chopra
“Sometimes we need someone to simply be there. Not to say anything but to let us know they’re on our side and that they care for us.”
— Unknown (via thoughtkick)
There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
my ancestors seeing me shrug off a diarrhea session