your drink:
a medium americano topped with steamed soy and flavored, slightly, with caramel.
your coffee shop:
the closest one to your feet.
your treat:
every day if you need it.
I remember lonely and
what it tasted like before
your name took root in my throat,
before everything reminded me of your mouth.
I don’t know how I lived that way…
Warsan Shire (via youngfolksociety)
(Source: dailystendhalnitesaudade, via youngfolksociety)
272why i write.
I would like so badly to put a name with this comment. I came across your blog as I googled something almost a year ago about infertility— I struggle with it too— and Lovely, you couldn’t be more right. It’s about radiant light. It’s about telling our story. I wait for your blog posts, every week I wait for your courage because in your little bit of sunshine, I find maybe somewhere behind my own clouds there is also sun. Your words become mine. Your truths, my truths. So all I manage to say is “Thank You”. Thank You for your story, for the courage to tell yours, when my own goes untold. You are a radiant light. Thank you for being my sun…
found this on my perfectly parked clean diesel this morning. seems like a good thing to strive for, so it’s now hanging above my desk at work.
i know too much and not enough.
allen ginsberg
the night i lost the will to fight.
Keep fragments from February for inspiration in May.
ray lamontagneeeee.
i like to pronounce his name as if it’s french/irish/swahili/russian/hebrew.
seriously. i let it roll of my tongue. lamontagneeee. i wish i had a name that could roll of the tongue like butter. or olive oil - dashed with salt, pepper and a perfect few pieces of grated parmesan. all nestled in a spotless white porcelain bowl. just sitting there. waiting for crusty bread. happy to just hang out. absorbing the sodium and the pepper and the patience. because anticipating being enjoyed is its only purpose. that, and creating non-stick surfaces.
lamontagneeeee.
magic happens when he sings.
tonight i listened to him sing. all of it. well, most of it. lesson learned. be here now. gossip in the grain. i ran as i listened to ray lamontagneee - and the sweet, sweet truths of his words guided me home.
Look up. (Taken with instagram)
life is actually better than that.
Christine Jesperson: I mean, they kind of rub my ankles, but all shoes does that. I have low ankles.
Richard Swersey: You think you deserve that pain, but you don’t.
Christine Jesperson: I don’t think I deserve it.
Richard Swersey: Well, not consciously maybe.
Christine Jesperson: My ankles are just low…
Richard Swersey: People think that foot pain is a fact of life, but life is actually better than that.
Michael: I’ll say. You should get some. Your whole life could be better. Just starting right now.
- me and you and everyone we know
