At 5 in the morning it’s okay to be lonely. All the sad little things that flutter into your head before you get the chance to fight them off float to the bottom of your stomach. You look out your window and stare at the street, surprised when you see a car straggling home in the gray hour before the sun wakes up and the moon goes back to sleep. You’re at peace at this time. You don’t need to close your eyes to rest. You think how sad it must be that the sun and the moon only get to see each other when they are saying goodbye. But you are still, and you watch the sky start to light up, you watch the spheres meet and switch. You watch, you watch. This is the time to be alive.
from the love letters of Zelda Fitzgerald, Part II
— I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.
— Please don’t be depressed: nothing is sad about you except your sadness and the frayed places on your pink kimono and that you care so much about…
I know it’s not great but I had the idea in my head and I wanted to draw it before I lost it.
How cool would it be if we could exhale little dandelion seeds? Just expel them into the air like wishes ahhhh that would be so cool, but it would probably taste bad.
first experiment with hands. the gesture seems strange to me, but maybe I’ve just been looking at it for too long.
“What do you do with all of this sadness?” said one cloud to the other.
“I let it go.”
“But, surely it must go somewhere?”
“Yes, surely it must go somewhere. We cannot be without it.”
And then it rained for days. The lakes filled up and the flowers drank and the grass grew. Some people even danced.
… It is unbearably painful
For the soul to love silently.
For the soul to love silently.
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| — | Anna Akhmatova (via waitingforteaagain) |
