it’s been the craziest nine days yet.
Tag: love
–91: “life is a journey of realization, which often ends in that place where dreams never begin.”
(image credits to Finance Money Live) sudden realisation of the day (and perhaps week/month): we are often convinced that ‘there is someone out there waiting for us’ and that everyone certainly has a ‘special someone’ for them (see: Plato’s The Symposium: Aristophanes’ dialogue). we apparently spend all our lives searching for their ‘other half’ so…
“it’s much easier to not know things sometimes. things change and friends leave. and life doesn’t stop for anybody.”
(image credits to The Modern Nomad) so, I was on the bus on my way to work today when a particular song came up on shuffle, and it managed to evoke a multitude of feelings within my dark and dreary soul… (just kidding about the dark and dreary part)
on letting go
on letting go:
“…because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?”
(image credits to Levitated Art) on being a teenager experiencing unrequited (romantic) love.
“I love my love.”
(image credits to Tiny Buddha) just when I thought I’d lost my love for choral music and choral works, this lovely piece came along into my life, and refuses to leave. it’s stuck in my head and I can’t wait to sing it in June with the alumni. give it a listen. it’s so tragically…
“why should I leave you, to wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?”
(image credits to Wallpapers For Me on WordPress) When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. I call out for you against the jutted stars And shout into the ridges of the wind. Streets coming fast, One after the other, Wedge you away from me, And the lamps of…
sonnet 130
(image credits to Haley Ferretti on Blogger) My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white, But no such…
“I do not love you.”
(image credits to Ryann Reyes on Tumblr) I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never…
“you gotta go after the things you want while you’re still in your prime.”
Saint Valentine’s Day 2014 has done nothing for me except to show me that I’m beginning to lose my sense of self for what society expects of me. is there a way I can get myself back? I want my just-turned-eighteen self who dared to dream big and believe that the possibilities are endless. now…
