(Source: paranoidism)
Some things you’re not letting happen right now because the timing isn’t perfect for you. Some you’re not letting happen because you are very aware of where you are. But all things, as they are happening, are happening in perfect order. And if you will relax and begin saying, “Everything in its perfect time. Everything is unfolding. And I’m enjoying where I am now, in relationship to where I’m going. Content where I am, and eager for more,” that is the perfect vibrational stance.
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Abraham Hicks (via observedintoexistence) (Source: moreofamore) |
Cats
So earlier this evening I was on the back porch smoking, and I glanced in the window to see the house cat (we’ll call him Chester) staring a little too imploringly at me. I went up to the window to wave and do other cute shit in his general direction and he hissed at me with some fucking bloodcurdling malice. I’m actually afraid of this creature.
I know it’s silly to be afraid of a cat, but Chester is a fucking freak. Everyone in this home is legitimately terrified of his presence. He seems endearing enough, he weighs AT LEAST twenty pounds and purrs often. In reality he’s a bone gargling shit demon.
I’m currently the only person awake, and across the living room, sitting in the only sliver of light, is Chester, just starin’.
I might be to scared to shower before work.
I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I’m just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave’s a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that’s what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it.
— Joan Didion
I was familiar with the little mating rituals of getting to know each other, of dragging out the stories from childhood, summer camp, and high school, the famous humiliations, and the adorable things you said as a child, the familial dramas—of having a portrait of yourself, all the while making yourself out to be a little brighter, a little more deep than deep down you knew you actually were. And though I hadn’t had more than three or four relationships, I already knew that each time the thrill of telling another the story of yourself wore off a little more, each time you threw yourself into it a little less, and grew more distrustful of an intimacy that always, in the end, failed to pass into true understanding.
— Nicole Krauss, “Great House”
please note: it’s way too early and I only slept for four hours and I have to work and have no chance of falling back to sleep and am feeling real blue and am using all of that to validate posting silly inspirational phrases in hopes of making myself feel better.
boom.
don’t say I didn’t warn you.
(Source: grimsbyretreat)
SCHOOL:
In class: 1+1=2
Exercises: 1+2+1=4
Test: John buys 4 oranges. He eats one and gives another to Ted. Calculate the sun's mass.
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Bon Iver & St. Vincent - Why (Live, Annie Lennox Cover).
Two of my favorite musicians together, covering one of my favorite Annie Lennox’s singles.
(Source: robotlovekills)
I need a comedy or stand up or something happy and a good mind-getteroffer but I cannot work the TV in this persons home and Netflix is fucked up and all of the movies on Hulu on straight shit.
dying.
