karime

summer of indulgences. takeout for dinner two nights in a row. glass after glass of cold peach juice. scratching mosquito bites for the sensuous pleasure of it. climbing past the point of my fingers giving out. taking the long way home. gently pressing the bruises on my heart just to feel the twinge

i love being present, i love sinking deeper into the moment, i love eye contact that lingers enough to catch a feeling, i love curiosity, i love consideration, i love fluidity, i love dropping into my body that i witness someone relax into theirs, i love pauses & random silences that absorb a question or a moment, i loveeee feeling their eyes move with my gestures peripherally, i love eagerness and I LOVE

beautiful day to think about what you had and can no longer have

Training my nervous system to choose an unfamiliar heaven instead of a familiar hell

you will struggle to say the unsayable thing for five years straight. and then it will suddenly become easy on a Wednesday morning

sorry boss can't come in today i was on my way to work and then a gentle spring breeze kissed my cheek and reminded me it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world

beyond fucked how the traits you hate most in your parents manifest in you more and more the older you get despite consistent and long term effort to break the cycle and not end up like them

when e.e. cummings said “i’ll live my life if it kills me”

when andrea gibson said “i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fist.” & when ellen bass said “to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it”

when james baldwin said, “this is why one must say yes to life and embrace it wherever it is found-and it is found in terrible places; nevertheless, there it is;”

when Mary Oliver said “it is a serious thing / just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world”

You crave being fully known. You want someone to see the monster and not run.

always thinking of that “i couldn’t stop wasting time” quote