Visions of an Easygoing Girl From the North

divinecadence:

themoatedgrange:

The Fawn by Nikita Gill

[You do not have to win at a crisis

You do not have to push yourself

to learn a new language or write a book

or take up an instrument.

Nothing will come of forcing yourself

to compete your way out of trauma.

Take this time to look at the stars.

Take this time to look at how the sky

still holds clouds that are the shape of hope.

How the dawn begins at t he tips of the dewy grass,

for this is where the horizon begins.

Somewhere the dappled fawn raises

her soft neck to watch the sun rise

over her meadow.

Somewhere else monarch butterflies begin

their long migration, knowing many of them

will not make it home.

Remember that you do not need to earn

your right to the precious minutes you have

on this planet. They are already yours,

like the fawn and the butterflies.

The universe beckons you to enjoy this life

it has given you through a heart

that beats to the rhythm of

its very own cosmic song.]

(via themoatedgrange)

adiosalasrosas:

Quizá digan que intento expresar algo, pero que a pesar de toda la voluntad que pongo en ello, no consigo expresarme claramente. Quiero añadir, sin embargo, que en toda idea genial, en toda idea nueva o, más sencillamente, en todo pensamiento profundo que nazca en el cerebro humano, existe siempre algo que no puede comunicarse a los otros, aunque se escriban sobre ello cientos de volúmenes o se le consagren años y años de trabajo. Algo quedará siempre que se niega obstinadamente a salir de la cabeza y que allí permanecerá hasta la muerte. Moriremos sin haber comunicado o transmitido a nadie lo que constituye la parte vital de nuestra idea.

—Fiódor Dostoyevski.

theimpossiblecool:

“Think before you speak, read before you think.”

Fran Lebowitz.

theimpossiblecool:

“Don’t plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it, you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me - choke those little bad days. Choke ‘em down to nothing.”

Tom Waits.

hoje tinha toda a fuça, a bossa e a salsa de um dia ruim. mergulhei nele com graça e alguma leveza que me levou tempo para aprender. o planar de uma pluma.

pode-se dizer que encontrei-me com a poesia do dia ruim e percebi o lirismo de seus versos. palavras ariscas… bueno, a gramática repousa distante da docilidade.

do encontro despretensioso, pude tomar umas goladas de paciência serena e me voltar às questiúnculas que unidas montam as peças de um dia ruim. resmunguei aqui e ali e quando não mais pude, derribei lágrimas que, se analisadas, revelariam mililitros de insatisfação, frustração, cansaço e emputecimento.

ovos fringidos, o dia ruim revestiu-se de tons pastéis, terrosos e sutis. foi mais um dia como os outros, recebido, vejamos, com mais atenção e vagar.

foi um dia considerado.

#poemaébrio

mclennonlgbt:

“I’ve compared to a marriage a million times and I hope it’s… understable. For people that aren’t married. Or any relationship. It was a LONG relationship. It started many, many years before the American public, or the English public for that matter, knew us. Paul and I were together since he was 15, I was 16.”.

- John Lennon, 1976

EDIT: A lot of you were asking for the source. It was in “Understanding Lennon/McCartney: The Last Dance”. Here you have certain time: https://youtu.be/O1HpXYgsdvk?t=4731

heartsinthebasement:

In a late wee-hour-of-the-morning talk, he once told me, ‘I’m just like everybody else Harry, I fell for Paul’s looks.” – Harry Nilsson speaking about John Lennon

John owned these two photgraphs of Paul, which he then sold when he moved to the US.

Source: One Sweet Dream FB page

arelivema:

15/01/22

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