what a day to be alive
some men die under the mountain
just looking for gold;
some die looking for a hand to hold.
(world away)

mssg & about & explore

Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.
by Albert Camus (via hellanne)
Picture yourself when you were five. In fact, dig out a photo of little you at that time and tape it to your mirror. How would you treat her, love her, feed her? How would you nurture her if you were the mother of little you? I bet you would protect her fiercely while giving her space to spread her itty-bitty wings. She’d get naps, healthy food, imagination time, and adventures into the wild. If playground bullies hurt her feelings, you’d hug her tears away and give her perspective. When tantrums or meltdowns turned her into a poltergeist, you’d demand a loving time-out in the naughty chair. From this day forward I want you to extend that same compassion to your adult self.
by Kris Carr (via larmoyante)
ventriloquistic: I have a dream, so untouchable. by Zuhal Kocan
The obvious is sometimes false, and the unexpected is sometimes true.
by Carl Sagan (via larmoyante)

written-after:

When you were young, your parents took you to the circus and you asked why the elephants didn’t run and smash their way through the crowd back to dry deserts.

“Well, that’s because they don’t want to leave anymore.”

You come home feeling fucked up from the same shit you do at work, and you see her in the living room, sitting on the couch while reading a book. She sees you enter the room and gives you a smile that says, “Welcome home, love.”

You remember those giant elephants with chains, and you think of not leaving anymore.

I know you’ve heard it a thousand times before. But it’s true - hard work pays off. If you want to be good, you have to practice, practice, practice. If you don’t love something, then don’t do it.
by Ray Bradbury (via keje-fris-ar)
emptycupboard: 43/365 (by the constant emptying)
We are not allowed this. We are allowed to be deeply into basketball, or Buddhism, or Star Trek, or jazz, but we are not allowed to be deeply sad. Grief is a thing that we are encouraged to “let go of,” to “move on from,” and we are told specifically how this should be done. Countless well-intentioned friends, distant family members, hospital workers, and strangers I met at parties recited the famous five stages of grief to me: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I was alarmed by how many people knew them, how deeply this single definition of the grieving process had permeated our cultural consciousness. Not only was I supposed to feel these five things, I was meant to feel them in that order and for a prescribed amount of time.
by Cheryl Strayed (via hellanne)
Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.
by Hafiz (via shaktilover)
The rest of your life is a long time and whether you know it or not, it’s being shaped right now. You can choose to blame your circumstances on fate or bad luck or bad choices or you can fight back. Things aren’t always going to be fair in the real world, that’s just the way it is. But for the most part, you get what you give. Let me ask you all a question. What’s worse: not getting everything you wished for or getting it but finding out it’s not enough? The rest of your life is being shaped right now with the dreams you chase, the choices you make, and the person you decide to be. The rest of your life is a long time and the rest of your life starts right now.
by One Tree Hill (via thoughtfullyunsaid)
the-constant-emptying: 175/365 i’m afraid to give you this, i’m afraid you’ll see.
There are so many people. It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined.
by John Green, Paper Towns (via resarose)
I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away.
by Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via despicio)
restaurer: untitled by We the Living Photography on Flickr.
Sometimes I miss you
the way someone drowning
remembers the air.
by Tim Seibles, Slow Dance (via larmoyante)