Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
Source: proustitute
The Pudding
Rain beats down above me
and I sit alone, in the evening,
huddled by a fire
that isn’t mine
on a chair I don’t like
in a house I don’t own
waiting for strangers to come
back and fill the silence
in this old, cold house that isn’t mine,
isn’t my home.
The proof is in the pudding
I must bake a new one
that is sweeter than this,
shared with love,
glowing warm in an oven
owned by me.
(via huong1952)
Source: jophiel44
Saying “I miss you” or something similar to that effect is also one of the easiest ways to mess with somebody’s head and keep a foothold in their life without staking yourself to something you might be called on later to deliver on. It’s vague and it’s an expression of sadness and regret, but it’s not really saying anything and it’s definitely not a commitment of any sort – this is a bit like when someone says “sorry” without really knowing what they’re sorry about or having no true regret.
Calling ‘hero’ everyone killed in war, no matter the circumstances of their death, not only helps sustain the ethos of martial glory that keeps young men and women signing up to kill and die for the state, no matter the justice of the cause, but also saps the word of meaning, dishonouring the men and women of exceptional courage and valour actually worthy of the title.
Source: economist.com
Bury me when I die
beneath a wine barrel
in a tavern.
With luck
the cask will leak.
death poem of Moriya Sen’an, who died in 1838
from Japanese Death Poems, edited by Yoel Hoffmann
(via awritersruminations)
Source: awritersruminations
In this world, there are things you can only do alone, and things you can only do with somebody else. It’s important to combine the two in just the right amount.
Source: langste
Drink your tea slowly and reverently,
as if it is the axis
on which the world earth revolves
- slowly, evenly, without
rushing toward the future;
Live the actual moment.
Only this moment is life.Thich Nhat Hanh
(via journalofanobody)
Source: thegiftsoflife
XXXI
