My Life

Just figuring it out

Anonymous asked: What's your favorite quote of all time?

wethinkwedream:

It is always changing but these two are the ones that get me the most lately:

"I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry. It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It’s a dream already ended. There’s nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born."
Jack Kerouac to Edie, 1957

"Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are paper mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street."
Marty McConnell, Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell

No one understood the perfume
of the shadow magnolia of your belly.
No one knew you crushed completely
a humming-bird of love between your teeth.

There slept a thousand little persian horses
in the moonlight plaza of your forehead,
while, for four nights, I embraced there
your waist, the enemy of snowfall.

Between the plaster and the jasmines,
your gaze was a pale branch, seeding.
I tried to give you, in my breastbone,
the ivory letters that say ever.

Ever, ever: garden of my torture,
your body, flies from me forever,
the blood of your veins is in my mouth now,
already light-free for my death.

—Federico García Lorca, Gacela of Unexpected Love (via man-of-prose)

Te daría un café con Borges y un cigarro con Cortázar; te daría a Lorca en jarrón de rosas, una almohada de Sabines y cobijas de Benedetti; una ventana de Márquez y la luna de Neruda; te daría lluvia de Bécquer y viento de Darío; te daría pasión de Frida, caricias de Mistral y suspiros de Storni; un papel de Llosa y luz de Fuentes

Te daría una pluma con tu propia tinta y besos de mi propia boca; te daría nuestra risa al compás de nuestra música; y nuestro amor…te daría amor envuelto en nuestro tiempo, te daría amor envuelto en nuestro tiempo (via brunodehojalata)

Te amo y te dejo ir libre para que en tu viaje nos volvamos a encontrar
en otro tiempo, en otro lejano lugar,
donde no nos aceche el filo de la duda.

Te amo y te dejo ir libre
para que en tu tiempo a solas
puedas conocerme mejor sin mí.

Te esperaré a mitad de aquél camino
donde nuestro abrazo quedó inconcluso
donde mi amor por ti, sin duda, está….

Porque para quererte no necesito tenerte, te quiero libre
conmigo o sin mí.

—Rourke Boada (via evilthinks)