Latest Posts by spilloverlove - Page 8
Kahlil Gibran, from Grape Leaves: A Century of Arab-American Poetry; “Mary Magdalene”
october cups my face in gentle hands. sunlight filters through me, casting my heart on the pavement like stained glass. i know i'm going to be alright.
if you woke up late, your morning didn't go well, something unexpected happened at the beginning of the day and you are now sad and worried your day will be wasted, don’t worry. take a deep breath and start with where you left off. you can always start at any point of the day. you can start getting your life together at 5PM in case you were too tired and sleeping all day long. please don't give a bad 20 minutes or so of an incident the power to dictate the rest of the day. you dictate the energy you want. start wherever you want. rest when you need to. you got this ♡
Brian Wilson went to bed for three years. Jean-Michel Basquiat would spend all day in bed. Monica Ali, Charles Bukowski, Marcel Proust, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Tracey Emin, Emily Dickinson, Edith Sitwell, Frida Kahlo, William Wordsworth, René Descartes, Mark Twain, Henri Matisse, Kathy Acker, Derek Jarman and Patti Smith all worked or work from bed and they’re productive people. (Am I protesting too much?) Humans take to their beds for all sorts of reasons: because they’re overwhelmed by life, need to rest, think, recover from illness and trauma, because they’re cold, lonely, scared, depressed – sometimes I lie in bed for weeks with a puddle of depression in my sternum – to work, even to protest (Emily Dickinson, John and Yoko). Polar bears spend six months of the year sleeping, dormice too. Half their lives are spent asleep, no one calls them lazy. There’s a region in the South of France, near the Alps, where whole villages used to sleep through the seven months of winter – I might be descended from them. And in 1900, it was recorded that peasants from Pskov in northwest Russia would fall into a deep winter sleep called lotska for half the year: ‘for six whole months out of the twelve to be in the state of Nirvana longed for by Eastern sages, free from the stress of life, from the need to labour, from the multitudinous burdens, anxieties, and vexations of existence’.
— Viv Albertine, To Throw Away Unopened.
Mary Oliver, “I’m Feeling Fabulous, Possibly Too Much So. But I Love It.” Blue Horses
People who get excited over the stars, the moon and sunsets are my kinda people
i need to remember that recovery is not linear. there will be good days, there will be bad bad bad days, and there might even be some really bad days. but these bumps in the road do not mean you’re not getting better. they do not mean all the progress you made is gone. so please, if you are having a bad day remember this feeling wont last forever. i know it seems like it will, but if you can just hold on for a little bit longer, you’ll soon see again all you have been working for.
what on earth makes you feel like you're incomplete? you are crafted from the finest stars, with a built-in imagination, constantly time travelling through daydreams. you are marvelous and magical and curious and capable, a natural disaster, completely human.
Ekta Somera
I want the writer lifestyle. An apartment filled with books. Frequenting a quaint side-street cafe. Carrying a notebook everywhere. Memorising poems and book passages. Observing the world, experiencing everything I can. Noting every sensation. Being an artist, a creative, a bohemian.
All I want is to move into a beautiful cottage in the country side
Frolic through fields wearing my historically accurate dresses to find Mr Darcy
Sipping on tea and taking my goats for walks
Is that too much to ask?
Kissing you didn't feel like fireworks or explosions or like the sun was burning in my soul. But it did feel calm, and safe, and right. The world was spinning around me and it suddenly fell into place. And I think that's so much better.
*telepathically sends u a kiss goodnight so u dream about me*
Museum date???? Coffee shop date???? Art gallery date???? Walk in the park date???? Late night walk date???? Nap time date???
the moon loves you
You are enough. You have always been enough. Thats the important part. What you do or are working on isn't making you measure up. You already do.
if u and I were little frogs. we could sit on leaves together. u ever think abt that.
a murakami protagonist day*
do the dishes
make your bed
read a book in silence
get the groceries for one or two meals
have a beer
go for a walk
(get a phone call from nobody)
follow a cat through the neighborhood
do the laundry
change your sheets
sit on your couch and listen to a full album
take a shower
sit on your balcony at night
go to a diner alone and have a bite to eat
watch people from afar
take a train to the next town
call an old friend
clean your room or house
take a nap
have a cup of tea
paint or draw
air out the room
stretch or do yoga
(* murakami’s descriptions of his protagonists’ day to day lives always seem so mundane and calming to me that I thought I’d list a few activities that fit right in and might calm me, too.)
I have so much love and respect for women who are honest about their own loneliness but also find the good in it like when audrey hepburn said “I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel” and when charlotte bronte said “I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself” and when jenny slate said “I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that there will always be a ribbon of loneliness running through who I am. But that’s why I want to do comedy, and why I want to connect with people. You can use that ribbon to be a part of a finer tapestry, or you can choke yourself out with it! Your choice!” and when mary oliver said “whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh & exciting - over & over announcing your place in the family of things”
You can’t deserve a person’s love. You’ll drive yourself crazy thinking like that. They either love you, or they don’t. That doesn’t mean you weren’t good enough for them to love you, because love isn’t something you earn by being good enough. It isn’t something that can be quantified or doled out. Don’t blame yourself for not being loved how you need to, just teach yourself how to look for love where love lives.
we are not born to die!! what are you talking about!! do you think a book begins just to finish? do you think a song opens with a beautiful chord just for it to end? you don’t read the book to finish it, you read the book to eat up the excitement and the emotions it evokes!! to learn and to digest and to fall in love and be heartbroken!! you listen to the song to dance and dance and sing your throat raw!!! to cry and smile and swell with the harmonies!! yes, we are born with the inevitable fate of death, we are mortal after all, but that is merely the finale of the play!! the final act, the closing of the curtains - we are not born to take a bow and exit stage left!! we are born to love and be joyous and yell and move and learn and cry and feelfeelfeel!!! we are not born to die, silly, we’re born to live!!!