“We think by feeling.
What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?”
On a scale of 1 to 10, how weird is it that I have a majorly big crush on a person that I never saw, nor really interacted with just because of their voice?
thoughts that plague me every day
“Eigentlich machen nur wir selber uns unser Leben schwer”
Die Erinnerungen plagen mich vllt tagsüber und lassen mich nachts schlecht träumen, aber ich habe mehr Angst davor, dein Gesicht eines Tages nicht mehr klar vor mir sehen zu können, dass es im Nebel langsam verschwindet…
There is a sun,
There is a sun waiting for you,
There is a sun waiting for me,
There is a sun waiting for us,
A sun that will bright the path…
That path we have to walk, alone.
thinking about you
kills the cells of sanity
of this sound thinking mind
Everytime I come here, It feels like i picked the perfect spot to sit. The Sun is always right in front of me like a spotlight, when I move, she moves with me. I see her reflection dancing in the waves. The way I wind my hips in my mirror. It feels like we are one or the same. Maybe the Sun is our God. Maybe the Sun is my God. The Moon is her nightlight so she can rest. I swear the Sun is only pointing at me. And if I wasn’t alone I’d ask someone else for their perspective. But until then, the fact I know, is the Sun is right here. I picked the perfect place to sit. When you have a clear head, you think about the Now. I’m focused on what’s happening at this very moment. I can’t remember ever coming here and only thoughts were those of today.
Today I feel NO REGRETS
Today I feel NO SORRYS
Today I feel NO WORRIES
Then there is the further question of what is the relationship of thinking to reality. As careful attention shows, thought itself is in an actual process of movement. That is to say, one can feel a sense of flow in the stream of consciousness not dissimilar to the sense of flow in the movement of matter in general. May not thought itself thus be a part of reality as a whole? But then, what could it mean for one part of reality to ‘know’ another, and to what extent would this be possible? David Bohm
Paso Doble by Rebecca Yanovskaya
elizabeth scarboro, my foreign cities
ID: I thought about some of the kids in my class, how crazy their lives outside of school were, how they felt like they were succeeding, just to be getting by. I could see why they slipped so easily, how much energy it took not to slip.
the national, terrible love
ID: It takes an ocean not to break
franz kafka, letters to felice
ID: I am not well; I could have built the Pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling on to life and reason.
have you ever thought about wanting to listen to music with someone? but not like “let’s listen to some random chill playlist” but just,,, just listen to soft jazz or some sweet, slow nostalgic songs with someone and lay on a ground in your room and then share opinions about them, talk about things you would never talk about out loud never again. wouldn’t that be a wonderful feeling?
It feels good to be in love.
I know, because I have been in love before, and it feels great.
It also sucks when you and someone else falls out of love with each other. It’s a devastating feeling. It’s also easy to give up because it can feel so hopeless.
This is where that “incel” thinking can start to seep in. I’ve seen all sorts of crazy posts online where incels justify their thinking and views on women.
First off, that incel thinking is just horrible. I’m not going to repeat any of the things I’ve read about them, that stuff can easily be looked up.
Secondly, I think that incel thinking is just plain lazy. You’re just going to give up and expect a woman to just come to you? No, that’s not how it works.
Yeah, there are times when women that I’ve been interested in didn’t pay attention to me. You know what I did? I learned some cool things that would get their attention!
Anything in life that is worthwhile takes work. That means that no one is just going to hand it to you.
And yes, being rejected hurts. it hurts like a motherfucker. But what are you going to do with it? Are you going to sit and stew in those bad feelings?
Or are you going to look at what you did wrong, fix it, and try again?
I’d rather change myself for the better and be a better and smarter person tomorrow than I was today. That takes work.
In other news, I need to learn to eat better before a night of drinking. Also, not to drink too much when out with friends. I had a good night, but it could have been better if I didn’t drink too much.
But that’s here nor there. You can do better!
Never give up on being a better person!