I burnt the tip of my tongue drinking hot coffee on Friday, and it still hurts like a mofo.
And I’m coughing like a dog, and my sinuses are blocked and my voice is so husky, I have no trouble singing low notes Johnny Cash style.
I can’t decide whether I feel hot or cold.
I can’t decide on anything.
I’m getting sick of missing him. I just want this whole sick joke to end, and have him brought back to me. (I know, I know… It doesn’t work like that)
“tell me where’s your hiding place? I’m worried I’ll forget your face..”
But apart from that, I am grateful for what’s left of my family, and my beautiful dog who is living breathing Love covered in soft fur, and my best friend, and my Chanel glasses, and my bed with an electric blanket and flannelette sheets that I never want to leave, and people who actually listen when you speak.
Goodnight x
Once a human being becomes more and more aware of his own nature, he understands to experience love, to experience blissfulness, to experience ecstasy, even to experience orgasmic ways of life, you actually don’t need anybody. If you just sit here, you can make it happen within yourself because after all, it’s your body, it’s your mind, it’s your emotion, it’s your chemistry and you are the one who is creating all the experiences of your life. Because people are not conscious of this, that you are the maker of your life, you are the one who is doing your life the way you want it, most people still believe that their experiences are being shaped by people and situations around them. But that’s not true. Human experiences are 100% self-created. So, if it’s self-created, right now, if you sit here, would you choose to maintain sweetness of your mind, sweetness of your body, sweetness of your emotion, sweetness of your energy, or would you like something bitter?
— Sadhguru (via hannabis)
It was wonderful to sit with her head on my shoulder for hours and feel as I always have, even now, closer to her than to any other human being. And I wouldn’t mind a bit if in a few years you and I could snuggle up together under a stone in some old graveyard here. That is really a happy thought and not melancholy at all.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald to Zelda Fitzgerald (via absea)
