a glimpse into cryptic thought of the reticence
It’s good to embrace your shadow, but you can’t paint a lifelike picture using only shades of grey.
Somewhere along the line, I am learning that what gives my guy happiness is not necessarily the same as what gives me happiness.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers.
What is true freedom? To demand nothing from others, and to have nothing demanded from you. Her panties were red. This is not information you require.
The less I know about other people’s affairs, the happier I am.
Tina Dickow, On The Run:
Everybody’s gotta end up somewhere
I’m just taking my time to get there
And it looks like freedom and it smells like fun
But it feels like being on the run
That’s your dream. Knowing what you want is half the battle. Most people go through their whole lives not knowing what they want. It’s easy to find if you know what you’re looking for.
Also, Anon works IT.
Ezra Klein, How politics makes us stupid:
The problem, of course, is that these people are also affecting, and in some cases controlling, the levers of government. And this, Kahan says, is where identity-protective cognition gets dangerous. What’s sensible for individuals can be deadly for groups. “Although it is effectively costless for any individual to form a perception of climate-change risk that is wrong but culturally congenial, it is very harmful to collective welfare for individuals in aggregate to form beliefs this way,” Kahan writes. The ice caps don’t care if it’s rational for us to worry about our friendships. If the world keeps warming, they’re going to melt regardless of how good our individual reasons for doing nothing are.
Allison Browning, This is how:
This is how cities are built empires made. Things done and undone and
This is how it is to be done, how I do it.
This is how maybe we
There are rules; ways of dealing, mechanisms.\ This is how you choose and don’t apologise.
This, is how order happens: in the making of beds, the sorting of laundry, the pulling of weeds, the doing of things, in busyness. In not thinking.
Songs can sound different depending on when and where you hear them—I can only appreciate the subtle craftsmanship of Katy Perry, for example, when I’m at home with my headphones on.
My requirements are simple: I want to listen to my music as it was intended to be heard with a minimum of fuss anywhere on the planet.
Star search: a non-profit group wants to send four people to Mars… forever Meet the group hoping to ship you off to the red planet — return ticket not included
Every Silver Lining Has a Cloud, Where Earth Meets Sea:
They meet, my earthy eyes and yours full of the sea, find the place where they meet so tumultuously. Immersed, in famed indifference of one-anothers existence. You take me from my me wholly, soaking through your waters loose in the shifting and sifting grains of truth, upon which my me is built. You, you free away these bits of earth-bound fray, and I break you and I break you. Long you travelled to my sands, my shore but long you’ll travel no more, for by the blowing of winds and currents intricately traced a design so woefully laced with our mutual demise. In the place we meet we surmise our defeat. My earthy eyes and yours full of the sea swept away by your waves taken under the breaking of my making, submerged shelves form your upwelling suspended sensation swelling from the depths of you. What desires lie true? What desires lie true? I mold a horrific but beautiful monster of you. Of you flowing over my sand to surrending me through, me through the rolling crashing waters where we meet. Where we meet. Endlessly.
The darkness is my companion now. That’s all the contact I need.