To whom do I owe the biggest apology? No one's been crueller than I've been to me.
— Alanis Morissette, "Sorry to Myself", Under Rug Swept
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To whom do I owe the biggest apology? No one's been crueller than I've been to me.
— Alanis Morissette, "Sorry to Myself", Under Rug Swept
Got a cute shamrock plant 🌱
“I suddenly felt that it would make no difference to me whether the world existed or there was nothing anywhere. I began to feel and know with my whole being that with me there was nothing. At first I kept thinking that instead there had been a lot before, but then I realized that there had been nothing before either, it only seemed so for some reason. Little by little I became convinced that there would never be anything.” - Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man
May I be released from wanting anything that isn’t meant for me.
Unknown Photographers #80 by Andrés Galeano
The Joy of Photographing People, 1983
Dear Life, I promise that tomorrow I will live you. I will not think, I will be diligent, and I will not indulge in comfortable sadness.
But today, dear Death, today is all for us, so embrace me and possess me as much as you possibly can.
“Higher Ground” by Casey Weldon
the afternoon is spent—
looking at rain, there is
no thought of you, now,
when i write this, there
is you, your spectre and
your thought, there is a
heart kept in brine over
blue flame; our bodies—
unclad dispersed clouds,
accustomed to absence.
a heart
that belongs
to nature’s garden
surges & flutters
with the seasons
from beginning to end
it ebbs & flows
bends not breaks
continues on
when things are tough
resilient
it never gives up
Rhymingtherapy — March 2020 (my photo) inspired by @creedatelier
“looking for a lover with one violent eye and one tender eye.”
— Natalie Diaz, from The Hand Has Twenty-Seven Bones—: These Hands If Not Gods
500px: - A Dangerous Idea by John Kitching