Make It, Better

ohmyearth:

I found my heart in the small spaces between now and later, see I had spoke to god, asked her for a favor, cause winter was a coming and I didn’t have a coat, couldn’t risk these lips chapping when it was to you that I spoke, I had packed light, palms holding my throat, swore I saw words float, swore I saw me floating in you, and those pretty little hands, I saw them turn blue, guess the lies of love that flowed through you wasn’t, true…

❝ Let us keep in mind the speech of the depressed - repetitive and monotonous. Faced with the impossibility of concatenating, they utter sentences that are interrupted, exhausted, come to a standstill. Even phrases they cannot formulate. A repetitive rhythm, a monotonous melody emerge and dominate the broken logical sequences, changing them into recurring, obsessive litanies. Finally, when that frugal musicality becomes exhausted in its turn, or simply does not succeed in becoming established on account of the pressure of silence, the melancholy person appears of asymbolia or the excess of an unorderable cognitive chaos.

Placebo

metaconscious:

Placebo is Latin for “I shall please.” In medieval times it was the first word of (and name for) a prayer chanted over the dead, and became a derogatory name for the mourners who were hired to do the chanting.

Yoga.

Today I did yoga with my close friend Candice. I cried afterwards. It was the most humbling and beautiful experience I have ever felt in a long time. 

❝ I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

❝ Freedom is what you do with what’s been done to you.