I realized today what the trouble with love is.

It’s that you don’t know what it is you’re looking for until you find it.  

Aug 17, 2012 AT 11:25PM · 2 notes

Also, just a random thought that occurred to me, today, during the funeral.

Not being religious makes it a lot harder to deal with loss.  I can completely understand why people are drawn towards religion.  It’s a comfort.  It’s much, much easier to tell yourself, “She’s in a better place.  She’s smiling down on us right now.  She is with God, now.  She is at peace.” than to sit in the same pew at the same church at the same funeral service and tell yourself, “Well.  Fuck.  I really don’t know what happens after you die, so I really don’t know what to think right now.  Well, this sucks.”  

It’s a coping mechanism, if anything, religion is.  Which is fine by me.  I don’t know what I believe, but if believing in something, whatever it is, can help someone, somewhere get through something that might otherwise drive them insane or tear them apart, then right on for them.  It’s sort of a shame that not everyone can have that automatic sort of consolation, I think.  

May 20, 2012 AT 1:53AM · 0 notes

Thoughts on my view from the ground. (I laid down in the grass and wrote, tonight.)

Dim, faint pricks in the sky, connected by invisible threads and wires, hanging like massive, distant mobiles.  It makes me sad, knowing that not every star is part of a constellation.  But, still, no one could call them alone.  Or maybe they’re all alone.  They all live lightyears away from one another or something, don’t they?   Either way, they’re still part of that huge, dark sheet of pinholes, suspended over our heads.  It is for this reason that making pictures of connect-the-dots with the stars is stupid:  they’re all part of the same big, brilliant picture.  

And really, who are we to say which stars are connected and which stars aren’t?  Very honestly, we don’t know them like that.  What if the gems in Orion’s belt have hated each other for a thousand years?  What if the handle of the Little Dipper has been divorced for a hundred lifetimes?  We wouldn’t know about it, that’s for sure.  Maybe they’re all just waiting for each other to burn out—maybe it’s all just a brutal competition to see who can shine the longest before they combust.  

And what of the jet planes that come moseying through every once in a while, to remain only for a moment and then mosey away?  Nothing, I suppose.  They only seem to be stars, to us, for a second or two.  The real stars would laugh at those jet planes; they would know that they are fake.  They are still part of the picture we receive, though, if only for a short while.  

I’ve thought a lot lately about how nature is the afterlife, I think, and that, even once we die, we will live here forever, because our bodies will continue to recycle themselves, even once our debatable souls have departed.  Nature is the afterlife, though.  No one can deny that.  It’s the afterlife that we’ll exist in, for eternity, along with everything else that has ever existed.  Like the stars.  Even the stars will be there in the afterlife, because even if eternity isn’t for the soul, it is for the body.  And we all remain part of the same big, brilliant picture.  

Mar 26, 2012 AT 11:10PM · 0 notes

binds:

(by Rachel Bone)

You can try to find your enemies, but you can only try.  

binds:

(by Rachel Bone)

You can try to find your enemies, but you can only try.  

Sep 15, 2010 AT 9:03PM · Notes · Source

Stop right now and think of something that makes you smile.

It’s nice when those things are easy to find.  

Sep 14, 2010 AT 9:08PM · 12 notes · Reblogged from merryandtragical

Do not be afraid.

Do not be afraid.

Sep 11, 2010 AT 10:40AM · 180 notes · Source

Be the summer.

Be the summer.

Sep 07, 2010 AT 9:23PM · Notes · Reblogged from queendeena

Are there people who do not?  I can’t imagine hating my friends.  Or being friends with people I hate, or what have you.  How does that even work?  I’ve a vague sort of idea of the concept, but I cannot recall ever hating my friends, no matter which ones they’ve been. 
When you start a friendship, you’re kind of agreeing to be friends with all parts of a person.  Every once and a while, you may come across a part of someone you hate, or a situation, but always, you have to let your love for the person overpower that.  Even if the hate you have towards that part or that situation eventually overpowers your love for the person, you still don’t hate them.  
If ever someone did something so drastic that I truly began hating them, they would not be classified as a friend of mine.  
In conclusion, I love my friends.  

Are there people who do not?  I can’t imagine hating my friends.  Or being friends with people I hate, or what have you.  How does that even work?  I’ve a vague sort of idea of the concept, but I cannot recall ever hating my friends, no matter which ones they’ve been. 

When you start a friendship, you’re kind of agreeing to be friends with all parts of a person.  Every once and a while, you may come across a part of someone you hate, or a situation, but always, you have to let your love for the person overpower that.  Even if the hate you have towards that part or that situation eventually overpowers your love for the person, you still don’t hate them.  

If ever someone did something so drastic that I truly began hating them, they would not be classified as a friend of mine.  

In conclusion, I love my friends.  

Sep 07, 2010 AT 4:11AM · 17 notes · Reblogged from anyzarazaly

It burns within all of us.  

It burns within all of us.  

Sep 06, 2010 AT 2:22PM · 3 notes · Reblogged from queendeena

I remember when I couldn’t type with my eyes closed.

I used to get so frustrated in computer literacy class.  Typing is just like anything else.  You learn to do it fluently by just exposing yourself to it in a natural situation.  

Sep 05, 2010 AT 8:27PM · 0 notes