So study mode is kind of backfiring, but I’ve been wanting to say this for a while now and I like reflecting in the mood I’m in right now. I tend to save or publish a lot of things privately (like this post I came across yesterday) because I feel too exposed, but the Neruda bit really resonated with another quote that I’ve been saving for a craft idea I had for some animal friends of mine.
“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”
-Henri J.M. Nouwen
I couldn’t have done it—whatever “it” even means—without my family and friends. I know everyone says that, and most people really mean it too, but I honestly might have just turned off the engine and stopped running without them. Or at least switched onto full-time autopilot. Or stayed a much-less-satisfying version of myself that I sometimes almost want to erase from my hard drive. But when I open up my files and take a look at all the data I’ve stored up, there’s nothing I can really bring myself to delete.
These past four years, particularly the most recent few, have been such a rich, rewarding, heartbreaking, confusing, ecstatic, hilarious, exhilarating, and fulfilling ride during which I’ve grown and changed so much that the constancy and strength of the people willing to put up with me have literally carried me through the tumultuous tides of my mind and life. I’m so grateful for the people in my life and I love you. Thank you for pushing, challenging, and fighting my beliefs so that I might better understand who I am as well as who I want to and can become. Thank you for caring for me, for bringing such laughter and joy into my days and lighting up my dark. Thank you for teaching me what family and friendship truly mean, and dispelling my self-doubts again and again with your love. I just hope that I have provided the same comfort, happiness, and support to you, for accomplishing that is the only goal I could really consider a success.
Mucho amor para siempre <3 (now back to studying 4 REELZ)
This was originally a series of messages on Twitter. I’ve assembled them and altered them slightly to fit the format here.
Thanks to a chat with Carwai on Friday, I was finally able to identify and articulate something that I’ve been aware of for a long time.
Having never really lived alone…
It might be the sun or the people or the day, but everything feels warm and I like it and I’d like to extend it for a good long while.
"She wants to know if I love her, that’s all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet."
Jonathan Safran Foer (via nuaira)
"We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
John Keating, Dead Poets Society (via the-ampersand)
“The Disney Princesses at high tea, drawn to look like their film’s ages (Snow White is 75, Cinderella is 62, Aurora is 53, etc.).”
This is such a neat idea, especially the age thing. And I love their dresses~
(Source: taijavigilia, via eeeveeeve)