Yesterday Was A Bad Day, My Apartment Was Too Quiet. Too Empty. There Was Nothing, Nothing.

"I love you , I'm glad we're friends"

Never argue with stupid people. They will drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.

it is january 2nd and the sun rises a little lighter over a horizon no longer crowded with the haze of a thousand hopes— under a wide-open sky still young and fresh and new without a thousand staring eyes.

it is january 2nd and the air is a little freer without the sacred weight of the untouched loading every trembling motion, without the lofty need for newness clouding every restless moment like a warm puff of breath in the january cold.

it is january 2nd and i relax like a slow exhale at the end of a long breath held two heartbeats too long— a little tight at the edges but not too much, not yet.

it is january 2nd. the year is still young and i have time.

i have time.

The man who saw her lips and knew defeat

Embraced the earth before her bonny feet;

And as the breeze passed through her musky hair

The men of Rome watched wondering in despair.

Her eyes spoke promises to those in love,

Their fine brows arched coquettishley above—

Those brows sent glancing messages that seemed

To offer everything her lovers dreamed.

The pupils of her eyes grew wide and smiled,

And countless souls were glad to be beguiled;

The face beneath her curls glowed like soft fire;

Her moneyed lips provoked the world's desire;

But those who thought to feast there found her eyes

Held pointed daggers to protect the prize,

And since she kept her council no-one knew—

Despite the claims of some—what she would do.

Her mouth was tiny as a needles eye,

Her breath as quickening as Jesus' sigh;

Her chin was dimpled with a silver well

In which a thousand drowning Josephs fell;

A glistening jewel held her hair in place,

Which like a veil obscured her lovely face.

The Conference of the Birds, Attar

Ganz nebenbei: meine Lieblingsfotografien der letzten zwei Jahre

dear followers, today i offer you pingu with simone de beauvoir quote

There's something otherworldly about the way the scent of wet earth hits your senses and you feel nothing but at peace with the world

youre doing a good job:)

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

— Iris Murdoch, A Fairly Honourable Defeat” (Chatto & Windus in 1970) (via Thoughts)