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Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
Monday, January 28, 2019
preservation of full disclosure (one)
(originally published on May 28, 2011.)
I don’t match up 100% to this. Thinking honestly of making one that more accurately reflects me. But I believe in a lot of it, and it’s a great, honest statement as it stands.
I don’t match up 100% to this. Thinking honestly of making one that more accurately reflects me. But I believe in a lot of it, and it’s a great, honest statement as it stands.
Wednesday, January 23, 2019
preservation of sweetness
(originally published May 9, 2011.)
(originally from: hoodoothatvoodoo)
"Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could."
~Louise Erdrich (The Painted Drum)
(originally from: hoodoothatvoodoo)
"Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could."
preservation of distance
(originally published May 7, 2011.)
No; if anything, you have to find more reasons to retain the friendship aspects, because intimacy seems built into the net. Intimacy, flirting, and falling in love--those things are easy. Staying in love, that can be tricky. Once that first flush is gone, then it's time for the interchange of ideas, for digging deeper, for really getting to know this person you may never even meet in person.
Of course, the rewards for that are innumerable, and well worth the risk. (Though I don’t see a lot of difference between long-distance relationshipping and in-person relationshipping. I know others aren’t like that.)
No; if anything, you have to find more reasons to retain the friendship aspects, because intimacy seems built into the net. Intimacy, flirting, and falling in love--those things are easy. Staying in love, that can be tricky. Once that first flush is gone, then it's time for the interchange of ideas, for digging deeper, for really getting to know this person you may never even meet in person.
Of course, the rewards for that are innumerable, and well worth the risk. (Though I don’t see a lot of difference between long-distance relationshipping and in-person relationshipping. I know others aren’t like that.)
Tuesday, January 22, 2019
preservation of the past
(originally published May 7, 2011.)
A very wise friend of mine, relating words from a friend of both of ours who had passed on, told me she had described me once thusly: "She's not poison," she’d said, in response to comments from friends. "She's poisoned."
There is truth to that statement, hard and heavy truth, but still, the words linger, given scope and presence possibly beyond their intent by the identity of the speaker. If I'm not poison, entirely, if I’m simply poisoned, instead...how do I go about draining the poison? How do I balance toxicity with the health I hope for (mental, emotional, physical, supernatural...take your pick here, really)? Can I heal enough to not be toxic to those around me in future?
Or is it instead part of my nature, now? Bitter with the sweet, hurt with the joy...am I a scorpion, not a butterfly? How would I know?
A very wise friend of mine, relating words from a friend of both of ours who had passed on, told me she had described me once thusly: "She's not poison," she’d said, in response to comments from friends. "She's poisoned."
There is truth to that statement, hard and heavy truth, but still, the words linger, given scope and presence possibly beyond their intent by the identity of the speaker. If I'm not poison, entirely, if I’m simply poisoned, instead...how do I go about draining the poison? How do I balance toxicity with the health I hope for (mental, emotional, physical, supernatural...take your pick here, really)? Can I heal enough to not be toxic to those around me in future?
Or is it instead part of my nature, now? Bitter with the sweet, hurt with the joy...am I a scorpion, not a butterfly? How would I know?
preservation of communication
(originally published May 5, 2011.)
Perpetual complaint. If I know what I did wrong, maybe I can fix it. Or maybe hearing it means I can stop sooner next time, when making the same mistake.
I can’t do anything if I don’t know what I did first.
Perpetual complaint. If I know what I did wrong, maybe I can fix it. Or maybe hearing it means I can stop sooner next time, when making the same mistake.
I can’t do anything if I don’t know what I did first.
Thursday, January 17, 2019
preservation of Hunter S.
(originally published May 1, 2011.)
(originally seen on) badacresswithbadhabits:
"Hopes rise and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain."
~Hunter S. Thompson (via lilacskin
(originally seen on) badacresswithbadhabits:
"Hopes rise and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain."
Friday, January 11, 2019
preservation of Medium
(originally published Aprille 19, 2011.)
"I just had the weirdest dream."
"Of course you did. It’s a day that ends in y."
~Joe Weber to Patricia Arquette, Medium
"I just had the weirdest dream."
"Of course you did. It’s a day that ends in y."
Thursday, January 3, 2019
Wednesday, January 2, 2019
Friday, December 28, 2018
preservation of Greta
(originally published on March 20, 2011.)
(originally seen on) latinamericana:
"There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them."
~Greta Garbo
My mother always says this.
^&^
This is not entirely true. If you find that person who sees you truly, who looks at you unflinchingly and accepts everything that you are, bright and dark, shimmering and shadowed...To that person, you can tell all these things, and not lose yourself or lessen who you are.
(originally seen on) latinamericana:
"There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them."
My mother always says this.
^&^
This is not entirely true. If you find that person who sees you truly, who looks at you unflinchingly and accepts everything that you are, bright and dark, shimmering and shadowed...To that person, you can tell all these things, and not lose yourself or lessen who you are.
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