“Everything that lives, has to die. That’s the nature of the world and when the body returns to the soil, flowers will be nourished and bloom. A soul impacts other souls and lives on in other hearts. Everything in this world flows around and circulates. That goes for human lives as well.”
— Izumi (via wethinkwedream)
(Source: innervibrations, via lophiel)
4:10 pm • 2 February 2013 • 80 notes
“The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.”
— Henri Bergson, Matter and Memory
6:13 am • 29 January 2013 • 2 notes
“Listen, every object’s in flux. The Earth, time, concepts, love, life, faith, justice, evil—they’re all fluid and in transition. They don’t stay in one form or in one place forever. The whole universe is like some big FedEx box.”
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
6:11 am • 29 January 2013 • 2 notes
vivid dreams
Last night, I dreamed that I was climbing a mangrove tree. I sat in the crook of its branches, my feet dangling over the tranquil, clear water below. There were dozens of koi fish swimming in the water—flashes of bright orange, yellow, white, red. I saw water snakes, pale yellow and writhing, coiling their bodies around their prey. And even further below the water’s surface, I saw two black panthers slinking with their heads pressed flat as they stalked some unsuspecting animal on the riverbed. It made absolutely no sense for these panthers to be breathing underwater, but that went unnoticed by my dream self.
10:58 am • 28 January 2013
“We’re so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past, like ancient stars that have burned out, are no longer in orbit around our minds… But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone.”
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
10:47 am • 28 January 2013 • 4 notes
“I’m the lonely voyager standing on the deck, and she’s the sea. The sky is a blanket of gray, merging with the gray sea off on the horizon. It’s hard to tell the difference between the sea and sky. Between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.”
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Sea
10:44 am • 28 January 2013 • 2 notes
“Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That’s it. That’s my heart.”
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
10:42 am • 28 January 2013 • 8 notes
musings of a year past
It’s a brand new year, and the first one started in another country—away from home. 2012 was a blur of colors splashed across a canvas. Whereas before I spent my waking life carefully outlining, sketching, coloring cautiously in the lines—this past year was…strokes, splashes, splatters of impulse and chaos. Vibrant, bold, yet at times, dark.
In a way I feel like my self-imposed binds were loosened and I could see—really see… what matters, what I could let go. Like letting the dust sift through and catching only the gold flecks.
I am stronger for it. For all of it. My experiences, meltdowns, adventures, discovered horcruxes. And I feel ready to accept what comes as it comes.
Maybe this is what self-acceptance is. Being at peace with myself and quieting, taming, the monsters inside.
Here’s to a new year
1:07 am • 6 January 2013
