May 2009
69 posts
Love Bruising
The
Gauge of a good poem is
The size of the love-bruise it leaves
On your neck.
Or
The size of the love-bruise it can paint
On your brain.
Or
The size of the love-bruise it can weave
Into your soul.
Or indeed -
It could be all of the
Above.
- Hafiz
“Now I also know that you’re supposed to ‘listen to your body’, but my brain says ‘don’t be a pussy, and just lift the fucking weights’, and that’s just what I do.”
—Rip (via forcedistancetime)
“The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.”
—Henry David Thoreau (via movingdragon)
“We don’t usually notice how little control we have over the mind, because habits channel psychic energy so well that thoughts seem to follow each other by themselves without a hitch. After sleeping we regain consciousness in the morning when the alarm rings, and then walk to the bathroom and brush our teeth. The social roles culture prescribes then take care of shaping our minds for us, and we generally place ourselves on automatic pilot till the end of the day, when it is time to again lose consciousness, in sleep. But when we are left alone, with no demands on attention, the basic disorder of the mind reveals itself. With nothing to do, it begins to follow random patterns, usually stopping to consider something painful or disturbing. Unless a person knows how to give order to his or her thoughts, attention will be attracted to whatever is most problematic at the moment: it will focus on some real or imaginary pain, on recent grudges or long-term frustrations. Entropy is the normal state of consciousness - a condition that is neither useful nor enjoyable.”
—Mihaly Csikszentmihaly, Flow (via movingdragon)
I thank you, Jessica Biel, for making me feel better about hating you. →
huffingtonpost.com
Jessica Biel In Allure: My Beauty “Really Is A Problem”
Listen
Flunk - Play
Such a pretty, uplifting song. The band is from Norway and the singer sounds like Bjork’s audio doppelganger.
Listen
The Dominoes — Sixty Minute Man
I love old dirty songs. Pretty filthy, 1950s.
“I didn’t slap you. I high-fived you to your face.”
—Anon (via forcedistancetime)
“The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity.”
—Albert Einstein (via movingdragon)
