My Heart, Buried In The Woods Of Anguish And Forlorn. The Restless Game, Should I Keep It In Or Let Go?

Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance

"You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry."

~ Frida Kahlo

Franny Choi, The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On

i will end up disappointing people if i do something for myself and that is fine.

To anyone who needs it, this is Your good luck post

Your heres to a new job post

The money Is coming your way post

The like to charge reblog to cast

You. Are. Going to. Make it. Post

Today I start the job that will never make me cry because the schedule came out and I can already see which weeks I won't be able to pay bills. Today I go to a place where I can see sunlight, am encouraged to move and learn and grow. Im sending good vibes, good luck and godspeed to whever needs this.

A bouqet, for you.

you are just a thought far away for deciding what you wanna be.

You have many thoughts that could be well perceived by few ( I count myself, idk i might be wrong most of the times) and those are truly magical. But don't you get scared living in your world of esoteric concepts an notions.

I seem to have missed this question earlier.

See, life is such that uncertainty is structurally inherent.

Do I sometimes have self doubts? Am I uncertain of things? - I certainly am. But life is a play. I am not very conversant with the deeper theories of quantum mechanics, but it is fascinating enough that an electron behaves both as a particle and wave, its velocity precarious and unquantifiable except in probabilities. Many ways, this is true about our lives too.

Perhaps the point of being alive is just being alive. We are cursed to make abstract theories about life, afterlife, before life, in the middle of the life life and so on. I am no exception. There are times when I am foolish enough to make theories and life invariably always quashes those beliefs. I have been humbled by life over and over again.

I am scared. Sometimes. Such is life.

But when I am in deep harmony with life, surrendering myself to its rhythm, joyfully ebbing on the undulating waves of highs and lows, I am deeply fulfilled. Grateful to be alive. To see and feel this miracle called world. It is so beautiful. So mysterious. And we are here for such short period of time. There is so much to marvel at. Let's devote ourselves to curiosity and gratitude. We will certainly grow old and die. What is there to lose? Just rejoice.

i do write, a lot.

How was your day..?

the world, so shallow for some and for remains, a beautiful home.

~august/fictionflaws