Life is mostly froth and bubble,
Two things stand like stone.
Kindness in another’s trouble,
Courage in your own.
October 18th, 2014
as if the waves knew any other origin
than the rhythm of the lunatic light,
gentle truths billowed from your lips
in a way not unlike smoke,
and I was thinking just hours ago
I wanted to see how far it could go.
something about your clarity keeps me pure,
something about you keeps me here.
as if I knew any other rhythm but my own,
so closely timed with the breadth of your thoughts
Out of nothing, all of this appears. Where it comes from, and where it’s heading, nobody knows.
Nobody knows a thing about it, and yet it’s all given for free. This is an act of pure love.
You don’t need to understand any of these words. Just dissolve into the mystery of it. Melt into what the words are pointing to.
Sacrifice your understanding. It has already served its purpose.
please stop getting mad at cashiers for prices they have no control over
Or not being able to take your expired coupon.
or not being able to break any rule that is store or company policy
Or not being able to make the manager come up to the cash register any quicker
or when they can’t get someone to open up another register
Literally me when I hurt people
oh god oh god oh god im so sorry is it here did i hurt you here oh god im so sorry friend
OMG AT THE END WHEN HE JUST SCOOPS THE CAT’S HEAD TO HIS CHEST. FUCK.
I will reblog this until the day I die
I wish they could be domesticated
This is too precious.