You have been visited by the love owl. A special person will come into your life soon.
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walking thru the streets late at night would be so Good and calming if I didn’t have to be scared of every man and car I see after 8pm
We are so fragile that without architecture and clothing, our bodies could not survive. Maybe we are like hermit crabs that are always looking for their shells. Maybe there is a human instinct to be always searching for an extension of one’s body.
Andrea Zittel (via tat-art)
tell me about the day you first
realised you wanted to make it.
about the swollen tummy triumph,
about how you felt the moon stirring
in the depths of your eyes.
about how you finally felt yourself
waxing instead of waning.
the first time you thought
‘WHEN i have my own flat,’
you cried for hours and then
beamed for days.
the first time you found
yourself wanting, searching,
YEARNING for a future,
you sat down (cross legged,
remembering when you found
that hard to do) and drew
picture after picture of
birds flying away.
when your therapist asks you
if you still want to hurt yourself,
you lift your arms to show her
the sun under your skin.
‘yes’ has become ‘sometimes’
and ‘sometimes’ has become
‘rarely’ and rarely has become
‘i think of it because it’s a reflex
but i never really want to.’
when you close your eyes,
you see yourself ageing.
no one ever told you what a
miracle that would be, but you never
really needed to be told.
here you are, finding out for yourself.
ON KNOWING YOU’RE GONNA MAKE IT, Darshana Suresh (via howsey)
Suddenly I’m all alone in the world. I see all this from the summit of a mental rooftop. I’m alone in the world. To see is to be distant. To see clearly is to halt. To analyze is to be foreign. No one who passes by touches me. Around me there is only air. I’m so isolated I can feel the distance between me and my suit. I’m a child in a nightshirt carrying a dimly lit candle and traversing a huge empty house.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet, P. 80
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