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When you sleep well, but you just ‘know’ things are ri-emerging underwater.
And the current is very strong and sings ‘It’s a matter of time.’
~ The definition of dread
you can fall in love at 30. you can discover your true passion at 40. you can go back to school at 50. you can learn to draw, or paint, or sing at 60. relax. just because you didn’t do most, or any, of the things considered “young adult milestones” doesn’t mean you never will. there’s no time limit on happiness.
my dad likes to call the stretches of time where you’re not creating “dreaming periods” and says that they’re meant to allow you to absorb all of the beauty, life, and inspiration from the things around you so that when you’re able to create again, you will have fanned your spark back into a flame. sometimes its hard to see those moments as anything but stagnation, but he always says that they’re natural and healthy and needed—things that should be embraced rather than feared.
And this is so true…
The first two thirds of 2020 have been very bad for me and my mental health.
I’m actually glad I forced myself to stop writing (even if writing always helped me to stay out of depression and pinpoint goals to reach).
And now it’s more than a year, I lived many days without ‘creating’, I tried to diverge from my INTJ hermitism just a little bit and the result is I’m happy.
I’m not different, I’m still a grouch and a control freak and a bitch sometimes.
But I’m happy with M, I feel like I’m breathing again and the air is sweet and warm.
It’s comforting.
The world looks like a better place I could fit in.
I think I’m ready and I want to write again but my time is non existent even if my brain is already shifting through ideas and flexing my finger muscles on a keyboard.
Hermes shall return. 😉
One day, when you least expect it, you are going to crash into someone who is going to be so soft and gentle with your heart, and you are going to be so glad you kept it open. You are going to be so glad that you continued to fight for it that you chose to believe it deserved more.
~ quora
Whirlwind you are, shaking my old leaves
I watch you through the day, silent.
in the early mornings, while you still sleep.
I watch you and think many thoughts, more or less difficult.
I watch you when you drive us away to someplace else in this little holiday taken.
I don’t think I’ll ever tire out.
Colours extravagant and the sharp perfume of lavender.
The cadence of your voice in another tongue.
Earth blood red, diffusing its colour to light brown.
But the sky is down under my feet, the height of my waist.
Blue lavender, as far as I can see.
A sky made of flowers that sways in the evening as the sun leaves us in the shade and the perfume gets sharper.
Ecco fiori per voi:
lavanda fragrante, menta, santoreggia, maggiorana,
il fiorrancio, che va a letto col sole
e con lui s’alza, piangendo: questi son fiori
di mezza estate, e io penso che si diano
a uomini di mezza età.
(William Shakespeare)
“You fell in love with my flowers but not with my roots, so when Autumn arrived you didn’t know what to do.”
– (via c-oquetry)
Kindness is often mistaken for softness and let me tell you, friends….that is a mistake you don’t want to make.
Kind people are not born that way, they do not stumble into it, kind people are forged in fire and darkness and imploding stars…they have steel cores. Throw a punch and you’re going to break your hand.
Kind people are kind because they know firsthand that life isn’t.
I was just talking to someone about this. Kindness isn’t a natural-born trait, it’s a daily choice, so when you call someone kind you’re not praising their personality, you’re praising their effort.
[originally from tumblr]
Edit: Today is the day…💞🎉🎊
Today the old world shall be destroyed.
Tomorrow a new world will be born.
We should be ready, yes?
Every drop of rain that falls in Sahara desert says it all
It’s a miracle
All God’s creations great and small
The Golden Gate and the Taj Mahal
That’s a miracle
Test tube babies being born
Mothers, fathers dead and gone
It’s a miracle
My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
Shall I talk?
Or will you whisper it?
The dreadful thing we have squeezed between us.
The mixture of seasons, your old and my new.
The smell of spicy tobacco I call aroma.
My kind of freedom you loathe when you can’t reach me and I finished all your favourites.
The long nights I spend driving and working.
The late dinners you cook just for one to be heated in the oven ‘not the microwave, you infidel!!’
The early Sunday mornings, starting the day with a shower for two, tumble and dry.
You trimming your beard, whistling your favourite pavane.
Me and my Twinings Tea.
You and your enormous shirts, as gigantic as your wardrobe really, and my silk scarves.
The lightbulb in the bathroom mirror you are too lazy to tight properly and irks me to death (note to self: bring needed tools).
Do you know the words for this Ti?
I shan’t say them.
I knew crushes and silly affections and stupidity.
I used to know broken dreams, flat promises and often no’s.
All the wrong sidestreets of naiveté I walked.
I don’t look to you as an older figure – a father figure the most cinical say, they watch so much and they become so blind – I look at you as Ti.
Never old in my eyes, not with that hungry glint you have.
I have no words but I know there’s no turnin’ back now, not after all this time.
And if there will be an end to this someday it will be worth it, glorious and ours for it won’t be a surprise but a choice.
As you said
“Love is a journey best appreciated in the company of two or more. Sunrise to sunset. No time is wasted when it fills the desires in your soul. Be grateful if you have found it.”
“To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.” – Anna Louise Strong
Edit 13.43 pm: and my heart breaks at the news…oh we shall never hear your beatific voice again! Oh Montserrat! Sad is the day and darkest is this world! 😭
“Best things in life are the ones you do for yourself.”
∼ myself
Edit
Of course they are!
“Best things in life are the ones you do for yourself.”
∼ myself
INTJ dal 2018.
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