You took the bobby pins out of my hair and I was undone. You notice the small things that most people don’t, and I never want you to go.
I find tremendous freedom in the fact that you can only ever be who you are.
And it’s not poetry to walk on hot coals or to bleed your heart dry from so many tears cried out into an empty night.
But I had to start from scratch. And I’ve been real sour about it until about three days ago when I realized that this life is turning into something truer than I thought it could. And it’s okay. And I’m okay, too.
Maybe it’s silly, after all this time and space, but I believe that you can hear me. Because you picked me roses when I was sad. And you bled.
I’m hardly a romantic anymore. But sometimes I just want to say thanks.
I did it by myself, but not without you.
And I wanted you to care about the hole in my sock that I got at 9:30pm on New Year’s Eve
And the nothing interesting that happened to me, too
But you weren’t there and you aren’t here and the movie date we penciled in for the end of the week will go to waste and who’s gonna hold your magazines at the flea and why do we have to be so dramatic all the time
Or is it really just me?
2019 is the year
I don’t know what else to say
If ya really wanna know
It scared me away when you didn’t kiss me back
It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig. Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me. When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic. No rhetoric, no tremolos, no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell. And of course, no theology, no metaphysics. Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light. So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly my darling, on tiptoes and no luggage, not even a sponge bag, completely unencumbered.
-Aldous Huxley, Island (Thank you, heartmindspirit & atelier)
Every great living room in the history of eveeeer has had a great rug. I haven’t done my fact checking on this one, but I’m almost certain that it has to be true.
I can attest because without a rug the awkward empty space between my couch and coffee table felt like an abyss. My feet were cold and I didn’t have any desire to hangout and read a book on the couch. Clear signs of an unfinished room.
I scoured the internet for a month and a half before I finally found this Shop Hesby rug and fell in love. I knew that it was just what we needed to bring color, life, and warmth into the space.
I was totally right and I couldn’t be happier with the way this little space is turning out! It’s not perfect yet, but these things take longer than a minute if you want to do them right. Or so I’m told.
You're born and in a snap you're paying rent and buying toilet paper and all of your utensils belong to you
Your heart is covered in tape and hot glue and pushpins and strings
And you are no longer a child
And all the words you have ever spoken exist in between two parentheses on your face
You're born and all of these things really do happen in a snap
But five minutes can feel like a lifetime when you're waiting for the final beep on the microwave