It’s not my responsibility to be beautiful. I am not alive for that purpose. My existence is not to fulfill yours about how desirable you may find me.
In a library we are surrounded by many hundreds of dear friends imprisoned by an enchanter in paper and leathern boxes.
Emma is not a person. Emma is a place that you get stuck in. Emma is a pain that you cannot erase.
do not pass.
they find places
Writers are forgetful,
but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.
Writers are forgetful
the important things.
so much truth…
So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?
Eating and reading are two pleasures that combine admirably.
You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free.
put some honey and sea water by your bed. acknowledge that your being needs sweetness and cleansing. that it is sore. that you are soft.
I ended up falling in love with the moon, because it faithfully showed up, night after night.
Falling in love is capricious, and therefore crazy. But if you should be so fortunate to encounter this experience, it seems to me to be a total denial of life to refuse it.
Alan Watts (via iamlinne)
reblogging because I love the word ‘capricious’