“If you ask me how many times you’ve crossed my mind, I’d say once, because you never really left.”—
“I’m not afraid of dying. Pieces of me die all the time.”— Sage Francis
“There is a sadness to the ecstasy. Beautiful things sometimes can make us a little sad, and it is because what they hint at is the exception, a vision of something more, a vision of a hidden door, a rabbit hole to fall through but a temporary one and I think that ultimately that is kind of a tragedy. That is why love simultaneously fills us with melancholy. So that’s why sometimes I feel nostalgic over something I haven’t lost yet, because I see its transience.”— Jason Silva
today im thinking about the huge buff bread guy from kikis delivery service. highly underrated guy
Genuinely just a good man. Wife adopts teenage witch that needs a place to stay in the city? Sure. Even though you got a kid on the way? That’s fine. Cat too? Love cats.
“Do not speak badly of yourself - for the warrior within hears your words and is lessened by them.”— David Gemmell
“sometimes faith feels too far away to be of any use a distant moon built from the prophets’ holy bones other times it’s so near I can hold it between my teeth”— Calling a Wolf a Wolf, ‘Tassiopeia’ by Kaveh Akbar
“I walk aimlessly, not looking for anything, not even for myself in all this light.”— Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Catherine Cobham, from “From now on you are somebody else”, A River Dies of Thirst
“Be with someone who does not steal the tranquility of your solitude. Together, may you defy the definition by sharing each moment in unison.”— Lynette Simeone (via wnq-writers)
“She was the kind of girl you’d want to spend your Sunday with. Because with some people, even running errands seems like an adventure.”— (via c0ntemplations)
“You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems and suffer and understand, for all that is life.”
“Like most sensitive souls, you already know you’re sensitive. You soak up others’ moods and desires like a sponge. You absorb sensation the way a paintbrush grasps each color it touches on a palette.”— Victoria Erickson