"Live your daily life in a way that you never lose yourself. When you are carried away with your worries, fears, cravings, anger, and desire, you run away from yourself and you lose yourself. The practice is always to go back to oneself."
Thich Nhat Hanh on mindful living, in “Going Home: Jesus and Buddha as Brothers” (via dreamerawakening
shit i forgot! laverne cox was in madison square park yesterday! saw her recording an interview during my break :)
"I would like to travel the world with you twice. Once, to see the world
Twice, to see the way you see the world"
Sonja Vordermaier sculpture
that was wonderful. given the space to express, to exist. this is part of what i have been missing, have been looking for. feel validated, and that hasn’t happened in the longest time.
sick day, can only curl up.
"This is why it hurts the way it hurts. You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache. You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much."
"If you correct your mind, the rest of your life will fall into place"
Lao tzu (via liberatingreality
"It’s not that people can’t love you if you don’t love yourself. It’s that you won’t feel it because it’ll always seem like you don’t deserve it."
But It’s Not a Matter of Deserving (#53: January 11, 2014)
"There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing. Don’t try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen. You are not a Greek. You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself. You are a bird in the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you! How much have you lied! A thousand times, even in your poems and books, you have played the harmonious man, the wise man, the happy, the enlightened man. In the same way, men attacking in war have played heroes, while their bowels twitched. My God, what a poor ape, what a fencer in the mirror man is— particularly the artist— particularly myself!"
Hermann Hesse (via ihatenietzsche)