*quick follow up post
(but this is the last one, for real for real)
ubuntu: interdependence of community
yinyang: interdependence of ideas
together they play out in a passionate commitment to social justice.
i’m finding myself again,
getting excited about being alive.
this is what this is about; interdependence, people, passion.
i’m not depressed, per say,
but “the more time i spend on the computer, the sadder i get”
so i’m off of tumblr, where vulnerability is easy;
i need real people,
eye contact,
touch.
intentional interaction, from &for people with whom i’m interdependent.
real life.
excitement about real life.
if you want to read what i’m writing, ask me, &i’ll share it,
&hopefully i’ll be brave enough to ask you to share yours.
again, i love you all,
i’m just off tumblr,
because i just need to be.
awake, alive, excited.
quitting tumblr too,
&pintrest,
&twitter (forreal)
&(maybe) wordpress
&xkcd
&dbpb
&desserty food
&bread by itself
&happy”girly” blogs
&basically the internet except for email &blackboard &research &chords,
&maybe ted talks &such;
i’m fighting this slump the only way i know how:
extremist style.
in case anyone didn’t know this yet, i don’t know how to do anything, except for all out.
so, peace. pacem. paix. paz. salam. shalom. etc.
i love you all, &i will miss your poetry/art/photography/stories,
really, i really really will,
but i need to do this.
i will be free.
i will not be depressed.
&i will be alive.
energy„ that’s my prayer guys.
be praying for me, maybe, too.
if you would.
i needneedneed energy.
&life,
&etc.
bye, guys, i love you all.
(Source: quote-book)
spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favorite song
a little girl with nothing wrong
is all alone
eyes wide open
always hoping for the sun
&she’ll sing her song to anyone
that comes along
seven years
you feel at home here
maybe different
maybe more than in your country -
but you hate us too
because you cannot breathe
because women are not free -
&you are not free, you love too much.
it’s the same, all, anywhere you live
if you love like an iraqi woman
if you love like you cannot breathe.
i have come to the realization
that
life is more than what i have accomplished
&
life is more than the realization
that we have accomplished
nothing at all.
true success is so selfless so drown in the lyrics
of your life &give up
the air that you breathe…
there is a reason this song is such a huge part of my testimony…
i love you dewsarah(:
like bubbles, i think.
i think we’re less inclined to think
that we’re just drifting through sunshine
or sifting through thoughts
or mechanically repeating the same process of learning &growing &philosophizing as every other being before &after &alongside us has &will &is as well…
or aimlessly offering this much improvement or direction or art to a future generation who will also die
so that they can likewise use it &absorb it &maybe do something with it, offer this much to the next slew of mortal mishaps…
like, i’m sorry, i could find a frickin cure for cancer, or be the next van gogh, or both,
&what would that matter?
i’d still die, &the only lives i’d better are ones that will also end…
or i could better my mind in a thousand ways, but it’d still die with me…
or i could enjoy every ounce of sunlight, every second of the day, but again, to what avail?
…i’m not a fan of that phrase, but it works, for now.
anyways, i think we’re less inclined to think that way,
when our lives are wholly &beautifully intertwined with the life of another,
when we’re not just our own little bubbles with a thousand &one unexpressed thoughts filling our heads, threatening to die - with us - never shared…
when we have someone, &they have us, not just in passing, but in love.
i think life feels a lot less futile when it’s shared that fully,
&i miss that.
sorry, i’ll try to restrain myself from transferring all of lauren’s blog onto mine,
but just. just look at this.
i’m in love.
…with a plant,
(Source: newdaysresolutions)
my friend adam taught me the word “cathartic,”
&i’ve decided to use it to justify just about everything on which i waste my time…
also, my art photographer kinda sorta broke up with me, so forgive the camera-phone antiskills…
also, it’s not finished, or even a piece, really.
just, cathartic, &tumblr-worthy in that sense, i suppose ?
mostly i just miss remrose.
