Oh, to be a bunny in a field of flowers with no responsibility and no problems🌸
Me when I've got a handful of shenanigans:
As the stars fall from the sky I catch them in a wicker basket to weave into your hair and make you shine Polished, perfect, like diamond prisms catching a lazy sunbeam Rainbows refraction Beautiful in every way Who needs the sun? I've got you to warm up my life
8 February, 1936 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
"What's on your mind?"
Me: WAs I eVeR dAnCing wiTh aN AndrOid nAmed LUpé???
Life is a gift. Don't slap away her outstretched hand. Show that you are grateful by being kind and gentle.
Why so often must
"deserving"
be used as a cudgel we wield, blunt and unwieldy, against our own hearts?
No one "deserves" anything --
The world just is, and things just are.
If it is offered and you wish for it? Take.
If you desire to give it, then offer it without fear --
You are valid simply for being --
Worthy of being seen as who you are --
Maybe it's alright to reach out for the things that you desire,
without forcing your way into guilt for things you have not done and have not yet happened --
Maybe it's alright to just be.
"affirmation to self, letter to a friend." V. Rue, 2025.
I remember Anne Shirley said something like 'Why does everyone have to grow up, and get married, and change?!'
But I say, let them. Let the caterpillars become butterflies. Let the owlets spread their wings.
I was so scared of that feeling growing up. I was literally terrified of change.
But now the sky opens up before me and says "fly!"
And who am I to disobey her?
Have you lived?
Have you loved?
Have you felt the burning of passion or heard the softness of a lullaby?
Have you ridden a bike, felt the wind in your hair?
Have you laughed so hard your belly ached? Have you shared that laugh with a friend?
If you've ever helped someone,
If you've ever been brave when you were afraid,
If you choose every single day, to be better than you were yesterday,
I don't care what the world says.
You've done something.
Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 27 February 1929, featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. IV, 1927-1931
Why aren't cuddle hookups a thing? I just want someone to drop everything at midnight to come and hold me for a long time. Just because I seem soft and beautiful, and they need to be held too. I want to run my fingers through someone's hair.
That is all.
As you were, peasants.
What comes forth from your dark well of hidden dreams?
Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life
Jorge Luis Borges, "To the Nightingale"
18+ bi. Poetry, rambles, and descending into madness
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