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“Aim for the year-end’s best and don’t let them paltry things get in the way.”

myself at 1030AM at work







Avoid sharp corners

porcupineckties:

I have no interest in lingering in my own sadness. Certain people might think that there is beauty in it, and they might be right, of course. There is an almost blinding beauty in sadness, cold and bright and hard like diamonds. It might appear precious and fragile, but it isn’t. Sadness is not fragile, it might make you more breakable, change you into glass, but it is only strength as it clings to you with metallic fingers, an iron grip. It is treacherous. It makes you believe that this state of being is familiar and comforting, it makes you want to stay. But sadness is a large pool of salted water, like tears, like the sea, and you can float and swim and dive all you want, but hurt yourself a bit, get a cramp, get too tired, and it will drown you. 

People like fragile things. They appear so precious and valuable. Sadness is all blue, watery, glass and crystalline. You want to wrap it in gauze and silk and hold it close so it doesn’t bang on sharp corners and crack. It wants you to believe this.
It is lying.

I will try to hold on happiness instead. It is the elusive one, the fragile one that slips between your fingers so easily, slippery. It doesn’t cling to you like sadness does, it only wants to fly. You have to cling to it. You have to carry it in your chest, safe between your ribs, next to your heart. You have to avoid sharp corners. You have to let it burn slowly, brightly, your own little sun. And try to avoid swimming in pools of salted water for too long, lest they extinguish it.

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inkytakespictures:

Lovely magazines for three lovely ladies

inkytakespictures:

Lovely magazines for three lovely ladies

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Not that my luck was generally so bad - I would have to call it neutral, occasionally edging toward bad.

- scott

Not that my luck was generally so bad - I would have to call it neutral, occasionally edging toward bad.

- scott









song of the week!

ricky eat acid



this is just too awesome :O

traveling song - broken records

reminds me of bright eyes actually. 



stoicmike:

Epigram by Michael Lipsey, epigrammatist, dancer & clumsy calligrapher.

stoicmike:

Epigram by Michael Lipsey, epigrammatist, dancer & clumsy calligrapher.

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lmaldefiori:

[Andreas Golder, Spassbremse, 2006]

lmaldefiori:

[Andreas Golder, Spassbremse, 2006]

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