December 2009
46 posts
The Royal We-Silversun Pickups
“If you reach the evening, do not await (to be alive) by dawn, And if you reach dawn, do not await (to be alive) by evening. Take advantage of your Health before you fall sick. And take advantage of your life, before you die.”
-Ibn Umar
“Be in this life like a stranger or a traveler.”
– Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him.
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment. It has been shown that most of what we worry about never comes to be. And no problem is solved by worrying about it. So take care of what the world needs now: love, sweet love. Taking care of what needs doing now leaves little time for fear and worry.
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“To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”
– Tennyson
Know that someone is waiting for you, it’s undeniable, seek them out and they will seek you.
via my new favorite blogger
rabbit heart ( acoustic) -flroence and the machine
“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope...”
– Neil Gaiman (via fuckyeahhappy)
I can’t stare at the sky without trying to read every word. Hidden between the elegent lines of the trees, fingering the sky’s pallette, is a poem for the ephemerally litererate. I will finish the book one day.
Coffee.
neurogeniclotus:
A ceramic cup filled to the brim with a luscious and delightful beverage; the barista used the milky foam that inhabits the apex as a canvas. A foamy heart in the center looks back at the beholder. Unable to understand the concept of it, he stares at it, as the microscopic bubbles slowly burst into infinity. Moments later, the masterpiece ceases to exist and all that is left is...
what comes is better, than what came...
I relish the feel of my hair draping across my face; a haphazard veil of disarray. Chide me for my chaos, mismatched shoes, a stray color, a word too meticulously chosen. Your censure has all the effect of a single one of the minute hairs that ends up clinging to my cheekbone when I turn too quickly, always too quickly.
I want to be stabbed by life. I want it to mortally wound me until the very essence of my being comes spurting through the lacerations of my every act of existence. I have suffered the pinpricks of nuisance; the parading of sentience, ill humor via ill bodies via ill beings; integrity clotting in the venules of someone else’s stilted dreams, expired ambitions, unexpressed emotions. I shall...
Every day is a game of russian roulette. The revolver spins seductively even before your feet hit the floor. On soft days, I hope the round is empty. Monotony prevails; leaving mania cowering at its feet. Most days, I’m hard as diamonds, vying for the attention of the bullet. Shoot me up insane, call me a masochist. I’m alive when I’m not a mediocre bit of sane.
There is something divinely ephemeral here. It hovers beneath my pores, and flits whimsically to the sinoatrial density burrowed deep within my chest. It speeds along my taught axons with an indignant, murderous, strength-Death to frivolity, it says. Let the pestilence of arrogance, conceit and deceit perish, like every word of insincerity that ever perched on the threshold of your conscousness;...
Apparently the gestation period for the birth of reality from my affair with romantic whimsies was one year.
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She was lightheaded with the relief that she was capable of feeling happiness.
No.
No. It was not happiness. It was more like a heightened contentedness, that sent all her malicious melancholy scurrying into the shadows for the time being,
The biting cold managed to tease her lips into their foreign conformation- a slight curvature. The indignant muscles of her mouth gave away seamlessly and...
what is up with the universe?
“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us is...”
– E. E. Cummings (via quotewhore) (via avantlecrepuscule) (via iwantyoursoul)
I kind of want you.
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This was the second most perfect moment in her life, that she could remember, and without coincidence, it was on the same shores that had been her first one. The only difference was, love was undeniable this time.
As they approached the lake, the moon cast the perfect glance of benevolence down upon the inky waters of the lake. A patch of silver glowed on the water with promise before them....
updating my CC blog, ia!
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The silence asphyxiated her sometimes. But today, she looked at the few deviant leaves that somehow managed to cling on for mercy to the branches of their arboreal benefactors, in such inhospital conditions, and imagining that they were like her very alveoli, she ushered a mellifluous gust of wind that made its way up her throat, and out her mouth to commune with the rush of the world.
Today,...
sisters.
s: *affectionately* I love you, r.
r: I love me, too! :-)
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mothers.
s: * after an hour of hardcore veena practice* ouch! my fingers are brusing and blistering! i'm afraid it hurts.
m: yeah, well so does childbirth.
hahahahaha. no.
s: so i'm probably going to be the last one who gets married out of this entire group.
r: the way i see it
r: the sooner you get married the more years you make available to potentially have a divorce in. so your good.
s: true. but still....
s: do you think an m.D. and a phD is a good substistute for a husband?
r: ...
r: sure. why not.
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“Bandar kya jaane adark ka swaad”
– A monkey doesn’t undestand the taste of ginger.
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A small parted of her wanted to grab them all and shake them until their jaws came unhinged, and they became googly-eyed, yelling, “ What is wrong with you? Do you not realize how divine now is? How celestial our secrets are at this very time? “
She wondered wistfully when she would find someone who understood- truly understood…who could stand in the rippling pool of life,...
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“Perhaps the human soul needs excursions and must not be denied them. But the...”
– D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterly’s Lover
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She had always been a masochist.
She loved the snow, because it could freeze her in time. She liked to sit outside, and let it wash over her in waves. If she lingered long enough, a new coldness filled her every orifice, and her pores seemed to clot their constant eruption of feelings…
Sometimes, when she was swimming laps, she would do a few strokes more than she could manage without...
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“Life-always a dream or frenzy, inside an enclosure.”
– D.H. Lawrence
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She thought daily about unassumingly sinking into the blissful abyss of oblivion. For five seconds, for five minutes….
Alas. It was to no avail.
Her spirit was far too stoic for that; her sanity was less so. But her spirit, that obstinate accessory to all her movements, was not going to sacrifice itself at the altar of reality with so little protest…
Quite a feeling-Sahara Hotnights
Quite a...
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My birthday is in a week....
Note to self: Contract an illness that has an incubation period of precisely one week…so as to remain beyond the reach of the communicative world under the guise of infirmary.
I do find some solace in the fact that 23 is an odd number, precisely a prime number, composed of two primes, whose sum is yet another prime. So basically 23 is the prime of my life ( get it? hahahahahaha. sigh. ) ,...
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What is love?, he asked, Is love obligatory?
She started, stopped, started. Irony mocked her from a vantage point too close for comfort; the purveyor of said question was dually the postulate for her answer.
So she said she don’t know. Because she really didn’t know anything about love.
But in her mind, she thought:
Is living obligatory?
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