Inside you, boy,
There’s an old man sleepin’,
Dreamin’, waitin’ for his chance.
Inside you, girl,
There’s an old lady dozin’,
Wantin’ to show you a slower dance.
So keep on playin’,
Keep on runnin’,
Keep on jumpin’, ‘til the day
That those old folks
Down inside you
Wake up… and come out to play.
Shel Silverstein (via)
“You are in my mind, inbetween red lights and meetings, inbetween sips of coffee, inbetween ringing phones…”
You are there.
You have always been
there.
Even when you thought
you were climbing
you had already arrived.
Even when you were
breathing hard,
you were at rest.
Even then it was clear
you were there.
Not in our nature
to know what
is journey and what
arrival.
Even if we knew
we would not admit.
Even if we lived
we would think
we were just
germinating.
To live is to be
uncertain.
Certainty comes
at the end.
Erica Jong (via)
“To those we love best we say the least.”
GPOYW: Min and I at her barbecue last weekend, taking in the last rays of sunshine as it peeked under the horizon. Also, bellies full from all the amazing food. (Photo taken by the awesome Iris.)
“Do not worry if you have built your castles in the air. They are where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.”
Gorgeous outside today. A good day for some shaved ice in a cup, I say. (photo via)
“Sometimes we waste our words and we waste our moments, and we don’t take the time to say the things that are in our hearts when we have the chance.”
Plans for the winter: more fort building. Hopefully with tea, books, and loved ones involved. (illustration via)
Liz shares an amazing set of portraits by Richard Renaldi that bring strangers together, literally:
The premise of this work is simple: I meet two or more people on the street who are strangers to each other, and to me. I ask them if they will pose for a photograph together with the stipulation that they must touch each other in some manner. Touching Strangers encourages viewers to think about how we relate physically to one another, and to entrain the possibility that there is an unlimited potential for new relationships with almost anybody passing by.
As someone who is infinitely interested with the interactions between people that don’t know each other, this whole series of photographs fascinates me.
Jane Austen Fight Club. I already have a crush on Lizzie.
“We don’t want to be in a relationship to hear the words “I love you,” we want to be in a relationship to say the words “I love you.”
“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”
“Vulnerability is the absence of cynicism. And the absence of cynicism is love.”
“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.”
