Scary Thought #1

If your heart feels heavy, is it a sign that maybe it is turning into stone?




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Love this one

Words do this man's bidding and he turns them from mere words to brilliantly crafted gems that set paper alight 
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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.




Pablo Neruda

Needs no title

“How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.”

- Oscar Wilde

Man on Porch: Why don’t you kiss her instead of talking her to death?
George Bailey: You want me to kiss her, huh?
Man on Porch: Ah, youth is wasted on the wrong people.

 

It’s a Wonderful Life

“The heart is the only broken instrument that works.” - T.E. Kalem

Beautiful....exquisitely beautiful

It’s dark.
You exhale a fist of memory.
I love you like weathering wood
in a room of empty pianos.

When you return to something you love,
it’s already beyond repair.
You wear it broken.

James L. White, from “Lying in Sadness” in The Salt Ecstasies (via proustitute)

We are

We are atoms. We are open scars. We are a million short stories. We are molecules. We are half-bitten sighs. We are 10 trillion cells. We are repressed passions. We are someone's past. We are lines on a palm. We are heart, brain and mind all welded together. We are hope carriers. We are someone else's opinion of ourselves. We are slaves, we are masters. We are the keepers of conscience and insults. We are a beating heart-in-the-mouth. We are all selfish. We are synapses between neurons of the world. We are possibilities waiting to happen. We are all a little broken. We are love seekers. We are prejudiced bigots. We are dreamers. We are eyes that see too much. We are deeply held breaths. We are indestructible souls. We are the truth that will set us free. We are creative impulses. We are living lies. We are pleasure chasers. We are the urgency of desire. We are mirrors. We are happiness makers. We are...if you think about it, just another footnote in the pages of a single chapter of the universe.

Mental Floss #1

Isn't happiness or to be happy a choice? Just like choosing your favourite flavour of coffee :)

Head vs Heart

Been trying to find the middle ground between rationality vs intuition, head vs heart and reason vs belief for a while now. Think I have it figured for now. For now. I've realised behind every rational thought or action is an emotional driver. Emotional drivers are commitment, independence, satisfaction,security, love, belonging, status, power, exalted sense of self, feeling of accomplishment, feeling of certainty.

You choose the job you choose to make the money you make for bills you pay for? Sense of accomplishment, achievement, provision of a good life to your loved ones, sense of independence et al. You choose a rational action basis the emotional payoff for it. For now am done looking.