Someone please tell my children to watch this, cause if I tell them to… it will be just another mommy thing. But, if you tell them, they might just listen.
That is all.
You have 20 minutes to spare to watch this, if:
- You ever doubt your ability to create;
- You ever doubt your ability to succeed;
- You ever doubt your ability.
Watch this and then GO DO.
(via avant-que-joublie)
i can feel it. the earth spinning and time has slowed down. the seconds last for years and i can feel it. i’m spinning. i’m turning in this dance, this waltz. the blood cells in my veins are stumbling along. the iridescent clouds in the night sky , moving in time to the heartbeat of the solar system guided by the winds of change.
by John Irving (via wrists)
(via lapenseenomade)
bathing in the moonlight
refueling my battery packs
calming my mind
soothing my soul
caressing my skin
with her oh so lovely
light,
they said only a few would notice
how exquisitely close she is
how could they not?
Blinded by lust, i stumbled into a trap. A measly mirage confounded me, i was too open, too rushed. I offered up my heart on a platter just for the clumsy waiter to trip over the quietly snoozing dog ( who’d been resting there the whole time ), sending it flying, landing safely on a soft patch of grass. Only to be stamped on by an angry child, mad that they had run out of mint choc chip ice-cream. In that freefall, i lost a friendship and slithers of my own dignity too, this isn’t the first time but by god it’s the last.
And all i can do is smile.
Smile at my own absurd notions,
Smile at the moment we shared
and Smile at how the heart can heal, soothed by the soul, nourished by the people around me.
I’m done chasing this elusive creature we call “love”, if it’s time, it’ll come and find me. With a fixed heart on another platter. With a waiter who’s tied his laces and checked the dogs whereabouts. Yes, next time…
