Oh, come on. You smiled. Admit it.
Source: thisisnthappiness
Put some honey and sea water by your bed.
acknowledge that your being needs sweetness and cleansing.
that it is sore.
that you are soft.
— Nayyirah Waheed, “orishas” in “Nejma”
Notes: Prose – thank you Beth @ Alive @ All Channels. Photo Source.
Go wreck yourself once more against the day
and wash up like a bottle on the shore,
lucidity and salt in all you say.
— David Mason, from “Another Thing,” Sea Salt, Poems of a Decade: 2004-2014
Notes: Poem via The Vale of Soulmaking. Photo: (via Your Eyes Blaze Out)
“Tomorrow’s a brand new day. Never been touched.”
~ Guzmin (Doorman), Modern Love S:1 – E1, When the Doorman is Your Main Man.
Photo: Mennyfox55. Related Posts: It’s been a long day
I remember, I remember … I closed my eyes. Eyelids are really just flesh curtains. Your eyes are always “on,” always looking; when you close them, you’re watching the thin, veined skin of your inner eyelid rather than staring out at the world. It’s not a comforting thought. In fact, if I thought about it for long enough, I’d probably want to pluck out my own eyes, to stop looking, to stop seeing all the time. The things I’ve seen cannot be unseen. The things I’ve done cannot be undone.
~ Gail Honeyman, Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine.
Photo: Mulholland Dr. 2001 (Naomi Watts) via i wanna see your eyes. Related Posts: It’s been a long day
Welcome to the world of reality — there is no audience. No one to applaud, to admire. No one to see you. Do you understand? Here is the truth — actual heroism receives no ovation, entertains no one. No one queues up to see it. No one is interested… True heroism is you, alone, in a designated work space. True heroism is minutes, hours, weeks, year upon year of the quiet, precise, judicious exercise of probity and care — with no one there to see or cheer. This is the world.
— David Foster Wallace, The Pale King
Photo by patty maher. Quote: Thank you Beth @ Alive on All Channels. Related Posts: It’s been a long day
Often I imagine the earth
through the eyes of the atoms we’re made of—
atoms, peculiar
atoms everywhere—
no me, no you, no opinions,
no beginning, no middle, no end,
soaring together like those
ancient Chinese birds
hatched miraculously with only one wing,
helping each other fly home.
~ Dan Gerber, “Often I Imagine the Earth” in Sailing through Cassiopeia
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