February 2012
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dynamismofasoccerplayer asked: Happiness is that feeling you get in those pure chambers of your heart whenever you encounter something you love. It's complete and utter bliss- nothing is ever wrong and for a moment it's as if nothing in the world could ever change that. Happiness is everything, and when you truly experience it, you just want to explode. *EXPLOSION*
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Anonymous asked: Feeling happiness is the feeling of freedom, unstoppable wish to smile and cry at the same time. Those moments when you realize the most simple things to be the most important and reachable like seeing a friend, a person you love or just enjoying the scent of spring coming or sun warming your face. This is happiness to me.
sophielucinda asked: For me, it's being with that one person that you adore really quite ferociously, and laying on their stomach because it's that one place where you can hear their heart beat steadily while you drift off into a light slumber. Those little moments, they make me happy.
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And there we sat, listening to the waves, I couldn’t help but wonder why the action of waves hitting the beach was ever deemed as crashing. Even in the harshest of weather as the waves pounded against the stand with raw power there was a distinct rhythm. A piece of music being composed before my eyes. This is what gave me peace, each wave seemed horribly alone, yet seconds later that lonely,...
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My fingertips are raw and smell of ink. They reek of moist metal as it erodes into my flesh each time I pound down on a typewriter key, letter after letter, leading my mind into a place of greater confusion and exhaustion. My hair is a matted mess that acts as nothing better than a rag to cover my forehead. My feet no longer belong to only my body, the wooden floorboards have grabbed hold and...
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‘We have a knowledge of harmony, anchored deep within. It is this knowledge that enables us, at every instant, to apprehend quality in our lives and, on the rare occasions when everything is in perfect harmony, to appreciate it with the apposite intensity. And I am not referring to the sort of beauty that is the exclusive preserve of Art. Those who feel inspired, as I do, by the greatness of...
I timed myself and it took me 3 seconds to open a lock. Then I figured out that if a baby is born in New York every 50 seconds, and each person has 18 locks, a new lock is created in New York every 2.777 seconds. So even if all I did was open locks, I’d still be falling behind by .333 locks every second. And that’s if I didn’t have to travel from one lock to the next, and if I...
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You know sometimes I feel like a salt shaker. I’m jockeyed back and forth from hand to hand, person to person, meal to meal, situation to situation and all along the way I’m losing minuscule misshapen lumps of my former being. They’re left behind to be digested and absorbed into another, and I wonder, if we’re all just people growing fatter with bits of others speckled across ourselves to add a...
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I just want to make someone feel something because of my writing. I mean really feel, really, really feel. The way you felt the first time you realized what childhood adventure looks like in midsummer or the first time you tasted fresh, ice cold lemonade. I can’t think of a more proper, and good thing that I could do with myself.
…when we’re all just matter,
that will one day scatter,
when peaceful the world lays us down.
-Noah and the Whale ‘Peaceful, the World Lays Me Down’
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“I have finally concluded, maybe that’s what life is about: there’s a lot of despair, but also the odd moment of beauty, where time is no longer the same. It’s as if those strains of music created a sort of interlude in time, something suspended, an elsewhere that had come to us, an always within never. Yes, that’s it, an alwayswithin never.”
-Muriel Barbery ‘The...
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I’m a shutter, clinging onto the left-most window of your home, rattling in the moments of complete stillness. Hindered by my shackles, I struggle to free myself and escape to you. White-knuckled, I detest the bounds that tie me down so tightly.
I release the steering wheel from my grip and wiggle, bend, crack my ghost-like fingers to get the blood back pumping. My rain drenched clothes slowly...
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I think It’s only in the most still of moments when our hearts fall into line. The silence bends our reality and the quietude becomes our method of communication. Skies come crashing down, slowly. You breath is mine, and mine yours. I’m not all that sure that I’ve found a friend, but possibly only a few moments that I will never forget.
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He can’t help the z of his face. He feels humiliated. His ears are tiny fires, and her hair and face, both of which he finds beautiful, has always found beautiful, are beginning to blur together. She has stopped laughing, but he can still hear the ghost of it as he searches for a variable that might make it as if none of this ever happened. -Chad Simpson ‘Let X’
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Like dew covered wings of a fallen butterfly, I am weighted. Far beneath the waves I find myself in a catatonic like sleep. The current takes me along, I am traveling as a companion. Soft dreams play on my heart strings and I’m tingling with warmth. Childhood memories visit under the cover of darkness, carrying with them gifts from the past and warnings for the future. Though I may be a single...
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In attempts to catch her breath, she fell freely onto her bedsheets. There was no life left in her limbs, exhausted and empty she pulled the blankets up until her vision was gone and all that existed was the warmth produced from her own breath, trapped beneath the fabric. She reached for her heart and instead found a pounding piece of machinery. There were times she wished that it would slow down...
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