“What lovely secret dreams I made.”—
Odysseus Elytis, from “The Sovereign Sun,” The Sovereign Sun: Selected Poems
(via journalofanobody)
“What lovely secret dreams I made.”—
Odysseus Elytis, from “The Sovereign Sun,” The Sovereign Sun: Selected Poems
(via journalofanobody)
— Mikko Harvey, from For M
if they could see
the weapons i whittled that later lay in my chest
the air I gave that collapsed my left lung
and the fire i started with frost bitten fingers
would they see now
when I fortify the fence
and take my share of the rainwater
and take my turn
and take—
that it’s because I gave for too long
Dream Home Series: Green Edition ✨
the four alberta ferretti folklore gowns
The Eras on Tour - Then & Now
“Fairy tales — the proper kind, those original Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Andersen tales I recall from my Eastern European childhood, unsanitized by censorship and unsweetened by American retellings — affirm what children intuitively know to be true but are gradually taught to forget, then to dread: that the terrible and the terrific spring from the same source, and that what grants life its beauty and magic is not the absence of terror and tumult but the grace and elegance with which we navigate the gauntlet.”— Maria Popova, “The Importance of Being Scared: Polish Nobel Laureate Wisława Szymborska on Fairy Tales and the Necessity of Fear”
“No trauma has discrete edges. Trauma bleeds. Out of wounds and across boundaries.”— Leslie Jamison, The Empathy Exams: Essays (via quoted-books)
Sitting among the crowd,
I seek to understand
To see if perhaps by understanding I may be understood,
I go to work each day,
Aiming desperately to know them fully,
Hoping they can see my efforts
Hoping they might see I have cried the same way;
I seek poetry
That may summarise a wish
A thought
A
Dream,
Even a little is enough
To feel seen
“I thought I would be understood without words.”— Vincent Van Gogh, from The Complete Letters
(via violentwavesofemotion)
“Happiness is our potential, the product of a mind that’s allowed to think as it needs to, that has enough of what it requires, that is free of the terrible weight of bullying and humiliation. As children, we tolerate working conditions that we’d find intolerable as adults: the constant exposure of our attainment to a hostile audience; the motivation by threat instead of encouragement (and big threats, too: if you don’t do this, you’ll ruin your whole future life . . .); the social world in which you’re mocked and teased, your most embarrassing desires exposed, your new-formed body held up for the kind of scrutiny that would destroy an adult. Often, during childhood, this comes with physical threats, too—being pushed and shoved on the playground, punched and kicked. The eternal menace that something more savage is waiting around the corner on your way home. Imagine how that would feel to you as an adult: that perpetual threat to your bodily integrity and your mental wellbeing. We would never stand for it, but we did as children because it was expected of us and we didn’t know any better.”
Katherine May, Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times
“Over and again, we find that winter offers us liminal spaces to inhabit. Yet still we refuse them. The work of the cold season is to learn to welcome them.”
– Katherine May, Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times
A Christmas aesthetic I love (no 2)
Victorian Christmas
Regal and decadent and full of gold and red
Pics from Pinterest
i built walls
decorated them in jewels,
knew the beauty standard and designed it all to match,
it worked:
they sung my praises
for what I had made.
in the morning,
I took it all down,
I wanted them to see the artist
of this thing they loved.
the crowd cleared,
empty bottles scattered,
mangled confetti on the ground.
I tried to follow them,
reached my hands out in the desolate morning
but my fingers fell through the air.
I try to remind them,
yell my truths into the thick air
that kills the sound as it leaves my throat
how can I remember,
but they forget?