i’m distracted because my insides are doing this, it’s disgusting.
that’s it i promise. just had to get this out of my chest.
When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter very much, do they?
Virginia Woolf (via observando)
um no sorry going to have to take issue with you this time Virginia dear what part of “WE ARE CONSCIOUSNESS IN A UNIVERSE FULL OF FUCKING STARS WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE? DESTROYING EACH OTHER? IGNORING SYSTEMIC VIOLENCE? PLUCKING YOUR EYEBROWS? REALLY? HOW ABOUT YOU BECOME BRILLIANT AND BRING FORTH MUSIC FROM AS MUCH OF CONSCIOUSNESS AS YOU CAN YOU STUPID FLESH GENIUS” is where we diverge?
Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
A hidden-message ring, from the 1830s.
There are 2 groups of people who will use this: the first for romance, the second for espionage. Pick a side.
Romantic espionage is definitely the correct answer.
Moments that were equally quiet and uproarious
Nakedly slow dancing in the kitchen, it was glorious
Unknowns, they spoke each other’s bones and built camp fires
They jumped out of windows and lived like vampires
They’d bathe in the same water, same anguish
They spoke bad French but laughed in the same language
The boy was an old cat and the girl was a clever mouse
Unswimmable waters and flames they could never douse
One minute they were millionaires, the next they’d be the poorest
What he liked about her was that she could see the forest
Steering clear of some troubles and averting wrongs
They drew curtains and died together over certain songs
Opposites? theirs was a friendship of the rare sort
They’d steal books and talk dirty at the airport
Let your brain whirl and spin itself
into blessed exhausted silence.
Let it rest like a baby
in the open palmed hands
of the heart held Now.
So this morning I woke up from this really intense dream where I was at my childhood home, and I was having some kind of emotional overwhelm arising from a conflict with my family. I don’t know what it was about. But I kept trying all these different things to deal with it - like first I think being alone, and then I was getting talked at by family members so i was trying to skillfully talk to them but was getting shut down and talked over and told i was overreacting, so i tried to leave the situation and went and tried to play the piano but i kept getting criticism on my playing and being interrupted, and i was like “oh my god i can’t believe this i am really becoming overwhelmed by my emotions here this hasn’t happened in ages what the fuck am i supposed to do there is no room being allowed for this at all” so i went upstairs and got into the shower and family members sure enough showed up then too, outside the door demanding that i account for myself, and i woke up feeling like shit. it was awful. and then i saw several messages from my sister - the last one trying to talk to me in my dream - starting at ten a.m. asking “are you ok??? answer so that i can tell mom not to worry” and i text back “jeez does it not occur to you folks that i might sleep in until 11 my time on a saturday” and then it turns out that my mother’s unreasonable worry fit about me though i am on the other side of the globe is because she has sent me a care package and it is on my doorstep and she of course was monitoring it like a hawk and she knew it was on my doorstep and it had been a whole less-than-a-day since its arrival and she was worried. so that is how my day started, feeling the awesome and not at all horribly-associated feeling that i have made my mother and sister worry by not being where i said i would be, having done no such thing. a sweet and well-meaning disaster from people who love me.
i can’t get work done. i have a midterm on Tuesday - my first in the program. And I just found out today by email that i got a B+ on my first assignment and almost no criticism. and it is clear that this program is no walk in the park. i need to get serious so the evil monster of terror-based procrastination has grown to the size of my kitchen.
it’s 9:30, holy fuck. STOP.
I hear people say “oh my god I hate people” all the time without backlash. everyone knows they don’t hate every single individual in humanity. they have friends and family they love and hang out with. they simply hate the greedy, corrupted, oppressive nature of some human beings.
but the minute we say something about white people or men, no one seems to understand that it’s the same concept.
‘SCAFFOLDING' by Seamus Heaney (13 April 1939 – 30 August 2013)
Masons, when they start upon a building,
Are careful to...