The Opposite of Loneliness

This came out last year, but I recently just rediscovered it. Even more relevant to my life now that I’ve graduated(!), but just a great read in general, especially if you’re like me and tend to have this sense of urgency that your life is really short and you need to get lots of things done and there’s never enough time in the day to do it all. It’s okay though, you don’t need to do it all today. It will get it done, it always gets done.

6/8/2013 . 0 notes . Reblog

Like fossil shells embedded in a stone,
you are an absence, rimmed calligraphy,
a mouthing out of silence, a way to see
beyond the bedroom where you lie alone.
So why not be the vast, antipodal cloud
you soloed under, riven by cold gales?
And why not be the song of diving whales,
why not the plosive surf   below the road?

The others are one thing. They know they are.
One compass needle. They have found their way
and navigate by perfect cynosure.
Go wreck yourself once more against the day
and wash up like a bottle on the shore,
lucidity and salt in all you say.


Another Thing//David Mason
5/8/2013 . 0 notes . Reblog
Nervous Energy

When I get stressed out, all I want to do is something mindless and non-work related. My productivity really tanks and this is not the habit I want to be forming. I need to redirect all this nervous, jittery energy into productive work and studying. Starting now.

18/7/2013 . 0 notes . Reblog
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function. One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise
F. Scott Fitzgerald “The Crack Up”
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If you only think what you’ve already thought, you’ll only get what you’ve already got.
Marty Neumeier
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There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock; T.S. Eliot
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