5.30.12
I think the only way to get through life is with the constant self-assurance that tomorrow must be better. It has to be. The minute you lose that spark of hope, the world turns bleak.
5.16.12
I look in the mirror, and grin, no longer because I want to feel pretty for a second on my way out the door but because the joy in my soul is bubbling over. I am in the midst of a marvelous cosmic collision wherein we all ARE. And we all smile, and we all laugh, and by the stardust that comprises our souls we somehow, miraculously, LOVE one another. Parting has a way of snapping open the heart and letting the golden center shimmer if only for a moment or two. I feel as though, in the past three days, I’ve seen the gooey core of so many deeply gorgeous people, and I’ve melted. I cried in public today. I mean, real, ugly sobbing tears and in that moment I was soaring.
I’m infinite.
It gets better.
15.13.12
I’m writing this today to remind myself in the future, when my memory sours and I cheapen, in my head, all the beautiful relationships and marvelous adventures I’ve had, that I am truly happy right now. And I am truly, sincerely loved.
4.28.12 - Liar
The day you realize that simple, indisputable truths hurt you emotionally on some level is the day you need to reevaluate whatever beliefs have gotten you so twisted up inside.
4.28.12 - Foolish Games
I’m lost where to even begin. I’m wandering a spontaneous battlefield, that having been secretly brewed in the forest has bubbled over and singed the tender buds off every relationship around me. My fickle soul aches now as it runs between affections, and my neck grows weary of the sometimes rocks it holds up. Yet I’ve found my tree, my lightning rod, my flagpole, my handhold in the tempest, and I’m suddenly cringing from the swollen knuckles clinging. It’s weird to be inside the fish tank for once, watching everyone watching me watching everyone. Do you have any idea that they’re gazing in? That anymore, every curve of our bodies is on display and analyzed for open-mindedness, courage, kindness, and trigonometry? I never thought it shallow until I spent several shallow hours with you. It’s all I can do sometimes to wear my goddamn tube socks. I’m ready to soar away like an airplane and burn on the way back down like a shooting star.
(Source: thingsmakemehappy, via thedesolationofsmaug)
4.22.12
Hope is a funny thing, see, because it’s the only distraction society deems valuable. It keeps you from confronting your reality by focusing you elsewhere, ahead, a notion we normally discard. But it glows so warm and tender amidst our icy core, we can’t bear to throw it away.
We just can’t.
You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.
Looking for Alaska, John Green (via faerie-floss)
(Source: quote-book, via thedesolationofsmaug)
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
This truth, this hard and precious stone,
Lay it on your hot cheek,
Let it hide your tear.
Hold it like a crystal
When you are alone
And gaze in the depths of the icy stone.
Long, look long and you will be blessed:
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed.
Sara Teasdale, Advice To A Girl (via shaggy-reid)
(Source: halees-comet)
(Source: thatdopeegirl)
4.21.12
Where was I when my life turned into a poorly acted soap? Oh yeah, I was face first in my 3 inch HL math binder and 1,200 page textbook. I suppose it’s my fault, so I trek onwards.
4.16.12 - Choice
“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.” But what about those things you’re half in charge of, the things you can’t create but can single-handedly break?
Oh well. Easy-peasy lemon squeezy.
