- theories about the universe i am trying to see things in perspective. my dog wants a bite of my peanut butter chocolate chip bagel. i know she cannot have this, because chocolate makes dogs very sick. my dog does not understand this. she pouts and wraps herself around my leg like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me to give her just a tiny bit. when i do not give in, she eventually gives up and lays in the corner, under the piano, drooping and sad. i hope the universe has my best interest in mind like i have my dogs. when i want something with my whole being, and the universe withholds it from me, i hope the universe thinks to herself: “silly girl. she thinks this is what she wants, but she does not understand how it will hurt.” — b.b.
- be soft. do not let the world make you hard. do not let the pain make you hate. do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place. — i.t.
- i mean, i hope you’re happy, but the sky is still the sky without you, and i’m not surprised by that anymore. — c.s.
- where do you think love comes from? love comes from the liminal places, i think. it lives in the spaces in between. it’s the mossy line that forms in the cracks in your routine. that’s how you know you love someone, when the thought of them starts creeping in to all those moments when you’re not not really working, not really thinking, not really sleeping, not quite awake. you miss them regardless of whether they’re right there next to you, because love is filling up all the negative space, all the not-quite-silence. love is there in the gaps between intentions, and bleeding into all the blank spaces on the map you've unconsciously made of your future. that’s how you end up loving people in spite of yourself, in spite of everything. whether or not you mean to. whether or not you really know them. and for all the world it feels real, the way that touch does even though our atoms never meet; these electrons never settle. love lives as the electric crackle in your heart just before and after you say the words “i love you” - it’s not in the words themselves, because those words belong to everyone, and so to no one. they’re just a kind of shorthand that we all pretend to agree has value, like any currency. but love is there all right, outside the words, filling the spacetime around that moment, building the anticipation that gives the utterance any meaning. forming the scaffold on which the memory will hang. the thing is, love keeps on flowing from these strange nowhere-places whether or not you want it to, whether or not you have anyone to love. it just goes on seeping, even when there doesn't seem to be a place for it. it doesn’t need a medium, any more than light needs aether. it just keeps on streaming into the infinite. and isn't that something. tl;dr: quantum entanglement — catfoxwlf
- the thing is to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you've held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. when grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weights you like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think, how can a body withstand this? then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say, yes, i will take you i will love you, again. — e.b.
- you are not the heaviness sitting inside of you. you are not the battlefield where the bodies fall, and you are not the sound of cannons breaking the sky open. you are what happens after the war. the surviving. the healing. the rebuilding. — y.z., for the bad nights
- a thousand mountains must have crumbled to feed the earth inside of you. you are the most greedy miracle i've loved, and even your mistakes look like bravery. what i'm trying to say is you wear the morning dust so well, and i want to know what dawn tastes like when it’s rising in your skin. — y.z., you make 5am look good
- mundus vult decipi, ergo decipiatur the world wants to be deceived, so let it be deceived
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