𝒮 𝔥 𝔞 𝔫 𝔱 𝔦

“Give people time. Give people space. Don’t beg anyone to stay. Let them roam. What’s meant for you will always be yours.”

A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars. Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.

“he looks at you with such tenderness, and nesting in the tenderness, with a small clicking sound like a minute hand or teeth, a desire to devour you. You’ve looked at a person that way yourself, with nothing ticking in your throat but hunger.”

“To the Taoist mentality, the aimless, empty life does not suggest anything depressing. On the contrary, it suggests the freedom of clouds and mountain streams, wandering nowhere, of flowers in impenetrable canyons, beautiful for no one to see, and of the ocean surf forever washing the sand, to no end.”

“The soft overcomes the hard.

I owe it to myself to be consistent.