I think
that is one way of living: slipping off
into some indistinguishable state
of more and more snow
Allison Seay
the poetry of flight
I think
that is one way of living: slipping off
into some indistinguishable state
of more and more snow
Allison Seay
really outdid myself with the note-taking this semester in buddhism class. i’m not sure what this means… but i like where it’s going.
Relax. You will become an adult. You will figure out your career. You will find someone who loves you. You have a whole lifetime; time takes time. The only way to fail at life is to abstain.
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thank you
(Source: quotecatalog, via leslieknopeful)
What would you do if you were me? she said.
If I were you-you, or if I were you-me?
If you were me-me.
If I were you-you, he said, I’d do exactly what you’re doing.
from “Breach and Orison” Robert Hass
still afraid to use semicolons
It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?
— Pat Schneider, “The Patience of Ordinary Things” (via eulum)
(Source: pigmenting, via luellaloves)