All noise is waste.
So cultivate quietness in your speech, in your thoughts, in your emotions.
riding brain waves, the signature of an earthquake, calm voices, half a million thoughts, reincarnation, a gentle hum of anxiety, the place between sleep & awake, pole dancing to gospel hymns, inner sanctuary, words with tempers, passionate scars, songs to sink to, cheap thrills, the colors I dream in, whispering in french, synchronization, what makes the mind turn, the world at large.
• Speak
If I was here, this is where I'd want to be.
If I was here, this is where I'd want to be.
Who goes in and then stays inside
Oh the demons come, they can subside.
(Source: blownoffstrangersandhotrodangels)
That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay… That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain.
He had outgrown his library as one outgrows a waistcoat.
Libraries can in general be too narrow or too wide for the soul.
And I was yet aware that this was only a moment
that the world waited outside as hungry as a tiger
and that trouble stretched above us, longer than the sky.
Maybe some women aren’t meant to be tamed.
Maybe they need to run free until they find someone just as wild to run with.
Something is fundamentally wrong with the female body and it’s natural to be unhappy with it. It’s not just a natural teenage insecurity either. In our society, adult female bodies are treated like mistakes that continually need correcting. It’s too smelly, it’s too hairy, it’s the wrong shape, it’s the wrong color. We’re seen to be badly designed somehow, needing extra stuff to make them okay. Being unhappy about your body is often presented as one of the essential personality traits of women, if we believe what society tells us.
It just seems like you agree to have a certain personality or something.
For no reason, just to make things easier for everyone.
But when you think about it, I mean,
how do you know it’s even you?
Whatever you do in life will be insignificant,
but it’s very important that you do it,
because nobody else will.
When autumn comes, it doesn’t ask.
It just walks in, where it left you last.
And you never know, when it starts
Until there’s fog inside the glass around your summer heart.
Meet me in Montauk.
