There’s a lot of people I wish I’d never grown apart from…. yet, I find myself sitting in front of the computer screen too nervous to message them or add them on Facebook for fear of that awful “so how has life been since graduation?” question coming into play, and having to answer with something along the lines of “I really haven’t done anything spectacular”. They’ve all gone off and done what seems like wonderful things, and I’ve been here, in same town we graduated in… still in college, still at home. Yeah, maybe the reasons behind my actions are a little different, but… it doesn’t help the feeling that I am inadequate, that I have not lived up to what I was supposed to, feeling like I have failed myself.
I know I haven’t failed. But the feeling is truly present tonight.
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Thank you so much!! And, thanks for all the hard work you’ve put in to making that list! It’s really quite wonderful!! <3
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I am astonished in my teaching to find how many poets are nearly blind to the physical world. They have ideas, memories, and feelings, but when they write their poems they often see them as similes. To break this habit, I have my students keep a journal in which they must write, very briefly, six things they have seen each day—not beautiful or remarkable things, just things. This seemingly simple task usually is hard for them. At the beginning, they typically “see” things in one of three ways: artistically, deliberately, or not at all. Those who see artistically instantly decorate their descriptions, turning them into something poetic: the winter trees immediately become “old men with snow on their shoulders,” or the lake looks like a “giant eye.” The ones who see deliberately go on and on describing a brass lamp by the bed with painful exactness. And the ones who see only what is forced on their attention: the grandmother in a bikini riding on a skateboard, or a bloody car wreck. But with practice, they begin to see carelessly and learn a kind of active passivity until after a month nearly all of them have learned to be available to seeing—and the physical world pours in. Their journals fill up with lovely things like, “the mirror with nothing reflected in it.” This way of seeing is important, even vital to the poet, since it is crucial that a poet see when she or he is not looking—just as she must write when she is not writing. To write just because the poet wants to write is natural, but to learn to see is a blessing. The art of finding in poetry is the art of marrying the sacred to the world, the invisible to the human.– Linda Gregg, The Art of Finding (via haveapoemwithyourcoffee)
I really, really dislike nights like these where I question who I am and what I am doing with my life.
I just want to up and leave for some place else, because it’s easier to run than face some of the issues I have here. But I’m too stubborn to actually leave.
Not to mention my migraine is back :(
Gonna finish cleaning and then lay down with a book. It will be nice to see my family tomorrow.
No one knows the hard times I went through
If happiness came, I miss the call
The stormy days ain’t over
I’ve tried and lost, now I think that I pay the cost
Now I’ve watched all my castles fall
They were made of dust, after all
Someday all this mess will make me laugh
I can’t wait, I can’t wait, I can’t wait…
If I ever feel better,
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number,
When it’s all over I’ll let you know
I just cried.
“first time daddy sees his 3 week old”
this is beautiful.
He’s looking at her like she’s made of gold.
i will never NOT reblog this. this is absolutely beautiful.
My heart just super bleeded from all the love of this photo.
This is amazing.
Like she is made of gold. Heart melted and I’m dying of cute.
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Ahhh!! You’re too sweet! Fun fact, I have ALWAYS loved and wanted brown eyes. I think brown eyes are absolutely BEAUTIFUL. I’ll be working on the mural a little more this week, I’ll keep posting pictures! Glad to see someone finds it interesting :D Thanks, love!! Hope all is well with you too! <3