Wall Piece with 200 letters, by Mikko Kuorinki.

"Find a place you trust
try trusting it for awhile"



"Do animals
have less fear
because they
live without
words"



"We must travel
in the direction
of our fear"

You don’t walk away from a church when there is no other church to go to. But the only way to see if there are demons lurking outside the circle is to crawl over the boundary that protects you. This was the real start of a revelatory life. I can’t take credit for any of the revelations, but a hidden force inside me was invisibly preparing the way.

Bottom line - follow your bliss.

- Deepak Chopra (via)

explosions in the sky filling
the room with the
black marshmallow ceiling
the start of class with, "become more childlike,"
mat is the safe place, and
maybe i am the only one who sits in the dark at the end
holding back the tears
watching the silhouettes of everyone breathing
but
 r. saying that
we must believe there is a plan,
that we are exactly where we need to be,
that we should be nowhere else,
that when we believe
that everything is finished
that will be
the beginning.

and all i can think of
is the song title,
"your hand in mine."

“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.”

— David Foster Wallace’s The Pale King 

"I think it’s so fascinating how human nature (objectively depending on what culture we’re speaking of) has names for everything we have. this is a desk. this is my femur. my tibia. my foramen magnum. this is a mug. we can’t see anything without naming it or else we ignore it because it is too much just to see the essence of something without categorizing it into something that we can just barely understand"

- via commovente

this morning my dad asked if i was going on a date instead of to work... because i put earrings on. maybe it's time to try to look a little prettier every day.

Separation
by W.S. Merwin


Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.





Two Cures for Love
by Wendy Cope


1. Don't see him. Don’t phone or write a letter.
2. The easy way: get to know him better.

Over the weekend, Fitzgerald. Today, more Fitzgerald, though everything has changed since then.


“One should . . . be able to see things as hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise.”

“Vitality shows not only in the ability to persist, but in the ability to start over.”

“Experience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.”

“Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.”

everything is perfect without you.
the morning begins with silence and sunlight.
there are no good mornings.
i let the emptiness fill all the crevices, i let it creep under my blankets next to me.

you sleep perfectly without me. on the side of the bed you prefer, underneath the turning fan. no body to make you unbearably hot in the middle of the night. no head cradled in your arms to make your shoulders ache. no tossing and turning to keep you awake. no cold hand warming up on your chest. no blankets stolen away from you.

everything is perfect without me.
your happiness will bloom, for it is spring.
you will find her, or maybe you already have.
you will give her a nickname, you will call her by that nickname fondly.
she will make you laugh again.
you will hold her, and layer by layer you will forget our past.

i stare out at the buildings, at cities, at empires that took decades to build and only a single moment to level.

you will do what you want to do. i will go the places i want to go. there will be no more rules.
everything is perfect. but our imperfections made me feel complete.

I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.
-  F. Scott Fitzgerald

sometimes you just need someone to pass the lonely with.

and that is okay.

affection can be real and true and good and going absolutely nowhere.

some men will highlight your loneliness. draw attention to it, make it worse. their hand on your knee a distancing thing. and some men will raze that loneliness with a single glance. these are the men who will reveal themselves as home in the span of a night--in the length of time it takes to drink a glass of wine. these are the men who you will move mountains for--they are rare and remarkable and between the two of you a sort of alchemy takes flight.

and then there are the men who you want to kiss--the men you want to adore, but will never fall in love with. so kiss them. and go to breakfast with them. let them buy you dinner. take them to the movies and ruin summers with them.

people speak in directives about love. love entirely or not at all. take the whole of it or none of it. nothing in between.

but the thing is, sometimes the in-between is really good. it  is something-else-entirely and sometimes something-else-entirely is entirely right. for a time, it is entirely right. rich and fertile practice ground. a meaningful passing of the time.

sometimes something-else is the comfort of a man’s arm wrapped around you—the immediacy of its warmth and touch, but nothing else. it is not home and it is not the promise of home. but it is nonetheless healing and restorative. and it is your choice.

and that's okay.

man, i wish someone had told me it was okay a good long while ago.

you do not have to live your life according to the prevailing opinions about love and making a life. you have only to be ruthlessly honest with yourself about what it is you want and what it is you'll accept one-day-at-a-time.

- meg fee