meanwhile, the world goes on

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting---
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.


Wild Geese, Mary Oliver (via)

Local Natives nas ruas do Porto

that awkward moment

when your mother gets home and tells you about the boy from your hometown, that was nearly your age, and threw himself from his balcony to his death.
and then you decide to distract yourself on youtube to find out this video from zefrank that ends with an animation that pretty much resembles what you've been told.
yesterday was a weird day, and today feels even weirder. oh well.

Above all, do not lose your desire to walk.

Everyday, I walk myself into a state of well-being & walk away from every illness. I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it. But by sitting still, & the more one sits still, the closer one comes to feeling ill. Thus if one just keeps on walking, everything will be all right.

by Søren Kierkegaard (via)

A feeling like all the surfaces inside you have been rubbed raw

It starts in the morning as soon as you wake up. You see the sun through the curtains, it’s a beautiful day maybe, it doesn’t matter. You turn over to see if you can sleep some more but it’s already too late for that. The day is upon you. You want to hide, to curl up in a ball, but that’s not what you really want either. After all. It doesn’t stop your mind, does it? It doesn’t stop the ache. It’s not an escape. The whole day in front of you. How will you bear it. You want to escape, but there’s no place you can go where it won’t be with you.

The Dogs of Babel, Carolyn Parkhurst

we all make mistakes, we do

Please sleep softly
Leave me no room for doubt