unexpected joys from the simplest things
like daddy asking, ‘so how’s your exam revision?’
um
‘finished more than half already?’
yes, i think so
how a ‘more than half’ question throws me off balance; it makes me happy ^^
"My life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves." by Chuck Palahniuk (via likeafieldmouse)
"If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness." by
A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner (via jaimelannister)
this is so powerful!
(Source: notclarissa, via jaimelannister)
this is just for the record
//Entitled the Poetry of Tulips//
How
long is spent
arranging each flower and stem and leaf
to create The Vitruvian Fleur or perhaps a Jackson Pollock,
a carefully recklessly (purposefully unintentionally) sculpted montage of beauty?
(Dumb flowers)
Take its picture, enhance and then upload (or further enhance?).
Wait,
(with an anxiety of far more import than is given credit to),
and smile with an invisible sigh of relief as you see
hearts-hearts-hearts.
Finally you look up;
already the yellow one has swung out of place and hangs
at an awkward angle.
You notice the brown edges of the leaves, and how the colours look so real
and so ugly.
In a moment of self-delusional lunacy you think,
Did I make it more beautiful than it already (actually) was?
But it’s okay.
You already got the hearts.
"
Someday you’re going to ask me
why I never say what I’m thinking.
So I’ll tell you.
You asked me if I wanted cream,
and I’m still not sure how I answered,
because I wasn’t thinking of coffee,
I was wondering why we’ve equated
the color blue with sadness,
if there’s something about the space
that hugs the clouds, something
about the size of a blue whale’s heart
that wounds us just the same.
Someday I’ll have to say,
you looked at a blue menu and
saw breakfast choices, I looked
and suddenly felt so small.
I’ll have to say that later that night
when you came home with daisies,
part of me cried because of you,
but the rest was too busy mourning
the field of wildflowers that lost
some of its own that morning,
because of me.
You’re going to take me to the
beach, you’re going to say,
Isn’t it beautiful, and I’ll nod,
because the coast and the tide
certainly do have a tragic
love story beautiful enough to
rival Anthony and Cleopatra.
You’re going to say that you were
afraid you would never find love,
and I won’t be able to nod,
not this time, because
my worst fear was never
not finding love,
but not being cut out for it.
" by “Loving Me is a Lesson in Translation” (via sincerelyoursanonymous)Her poetry is so good :) and yes I believe loving me is a lesson in translation
