Opened Doors

the cinnamon peeler's wife: i have a lot of cool people feels

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:40:41 -0400

the cinnamon peeler's wife: i have a lot of cool people feels :

i’m incredibly fortunate to have met the people in my life that i have met. i know that many people don’t have the profound relationships that i had in high school. i’ve met so many people who are doing so many incredible things. they are so much. they are so human. they are so scared but so brave…

This. Please read it.

He’s going across the country in a week and I already miss him. I already miss him. And he...

Sat, 18 May 2013 22:03:30 -0400

He’s going across the country in a week and I already miss him. I already miss him. And he hasn’t even left yet. I haven’t felt quite this worn down in a long, long time.

commovente: these are the colors i want my life to become

Tue, 07 May 2013 23:39:42 -0400

commovente:

these are the colors i want my life to become

"The first language humans had was gestures. There was nothing primitive about this language that..."

Tue, 07 May 2013 23:37:06 -0400

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The first language humans had was gestures. There was nothing primitive about this language that flowed from people’s hands, nothing we say now that could not be said in the endless array of movements possible with the fine bones of the fingers and wrists. The gestures were complex and subtle, involving a delicacy of motion that has since been lost completely.

During the Age of Silence, people communicated more, not less. Basic survival demanded that the hands were almost never still, and so it was only during sleep (and sometimes not even then) that people were not saying something or other. No distinction was made between the gestures of language and the gestures of life. The labor of building a house, say, or preparing a meal was no less an expression than making the sign for I love you or I feel serious. When a hand was used to shield one’s face when frightened by a loud noise something was being said, and when fingers were used to pick up what someone else had dropped something was being said; and even when the hands were at rest, that, too, was saying something. Naturally, there were misunderstandings. There were times when a finger might have been lifted to scratch a nose, and if casual eye contact was made with one’s lover just then, the lover might accidentally take it to be the gesture, not at all dissimilar, for Now I realize I was wrong to love you. These mistakes were heartbreaking. And yet, because people knew how easily they could happen, because they didn’t go round with the illusion that they understood perfectly the things other people said, they were used to interrupting each other to ask if they’d understood correctly. Sometimes these misunderstandings were even desirable, since they gave people a reason to say, Forgive me, I was only scratching my nose. Of course I know I’ve always been right to love you. Because of the frequency of these mistakes, over time the gesture for asking forgiveness evolved into the simplest form. Just to open your palm was to say: Forgive me.

If at large gatherings or parties, or around people with whom you feel distant, your hands sometimes hang awkwardly at the ends of your arms – if you find yourself at a loss for what to do with them, overcome with sadness that comes when you recognize the foreignness of your own body – it’s because your hands remember a time when the division between mind and body, brain and heart, what’s inside and what’s outside, was so much less. It’s not that we’ve forgotten the language of gestures entirely. The habit of moving our hands while we speak is left over from it. Clapping, pointing, giving the thumbs-up, for example, is a way to remember how it feels to say nothing together. And at night, when it’s too dark to see, we find it necessary to gesture on each other’s bodies to make ourselves understood.

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- Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via commovente)

“I missed you.” “Really?” “Really.” “I’ll always be...

Tue, 07 May 2013 23:34:31 -0400

“I missed you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“I’ll always be here. Even when you leave for the city. I’ll always be here.”

Lately I’ve been feeling panicky when left alone for longer than a few hours. I can’t...

Tue, 07 May 2013 23:22:33 -0400

Lately I’ve been feeling panicky when left alone for longer than a few hours. I can’t seem to stand the quiet anymore, the feeling that there is always a little gap between me and the people around me. I’ve come to want everything, to experience the big and the small. But maybe I can’t do that, maybe I can never be satisfied until I learn to sit with myself and feel okay. I’ve been drowning in the sensation of not being enough, of the people who love me not truly loving me, but that’s such a silly thing to feel. I guess we all need to stop and think and settle into our own little pocket of existence to remember that we are perfectly fine as we are. More than fine. Perfectly perfect. Maybe I need to take the time to get in touch with my private passions and remember that it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay. Being alone isn’t the same as being lonely.

(I want to be real. It’s time to speak up.)

Wed, 01 May 2013 17:52:45 -0400

(I want to be real. It’s time to speak up.)

No. I don’t like being sad about myself. I don’t like telling myself I’m not good enough. I’m worth...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 23:20:24 -0400

No. I don’t like being sad about myself. I don’t like telling myself I’m not good enough. I’m worth more than that, we’re all worth more than that. Fuck it, at least I put myself out there. At least I try to make my life into something beautiful. And the fact that any of us try or keep going proves that we’re worth a lot fucking more than we give ourselves credit for. Life’s too short to not give it your all. Life’s too short to not love with your whole heart, to live with your whole being. This life is your blessing. Make something out of it. If you don’t like how things are right now, change them. Do something. But for God’s sake, don’t just sit there and feel sorry for yourself. You deserve so much more.

"Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop..."

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 22:10:46 -0400

“Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?”

- Louise Flory (via larmoyante)

pigmenting: Ari Marcopolous - Now is Forever (2010)

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 21:13:29 -0400

pigmenting:

Ari Marcopolous - Now is Forever (2010)

"Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his..."

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 13:37:25 -0400

“Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.”

- F. Scott Fitzgerald, A New Leaf (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

"The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the..."

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 12:35:00 -0400

“The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.”

- Ernest Hemingway (via the-healing-nest)

"You are valuable because you exist. Not because of what you do or what you have done - but simply..."

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 12:33:00 -0400

“You are valuable because you exist. Not because of what you do or what you have done - but simply because you are.”

- Max Lucado (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

"Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a..."

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 12:31:00 -0400

““Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.””

- Claude Monet (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

"I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills..."

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 13:02:00 -0400

“I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.”

- Elay Neal Moses (via pale-afternoon)

Blessings:

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 00:55:00 -0400

Somehow managed to achieve straight A’s this term. It’s been crazy the past two months - I’ve been up and down and all around with my emotions and experiences and I honestly cannot believe that all of the stressing paid off.
Spent the night having dinner with some amazing family friends in Boston. They’ve been telling me about all the exciting places they want to show me when I move there to attend college, and I absolutely cannot wait. Tonight reminded me how utterly in love I am with the city.
Seeing V this week, finally, after over a month of rebuilding the progress I made getting over him. I am hoping beyond hope that we don’t make the same mistakes we always make. I owe it to myself, and I think I truly am healing.
Seeing A later this week for the very first time. We spoke today about the exciting, wonderful things we want to do with our lives, and I am honestly thrilled to spend time with him. We’ve decided to make the day as adventure-filled and exciting as possible. I don’t know what to expect or what to make of him, but I really hope this is just the beginning of something great. He seems like a wonderful boy.

"I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our..."

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 22:21:00 -0400

“I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrate and merge. I want our cells to braid together like living thread.”

- Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies (via weaverofstars)

Photo

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 22:17:00 -0400

fleurishes: There are entire galaxies beneath your skinI wish I could reach.

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 23:07:00 -0400

fleurishes:

There are entire
galaxies beneath your skin
I wish I could reach.

"Poetry is everywhere.It exists in the most sacred and most profane corners of our lives, from the..."

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 00:14:00 -0400

“Poetry is everywhere.

It exists in the most sacred and most profane corners of our lives, from the illuminated spiritual texts that have created our planet’s moral codes to corny couplets tucked neatly into Hallmark cards. Poetry is read aloud at weddings and funerals, at christenings and wakes, under the covers and over bottles of wine. All of us, whether we know it or not, speak in poetry. We use metaphors and similes and images to explain our lives to others. Poetry is the humanizing and empathetic body of our language. In some countries whole soccer stadiums fill with citizens to hear a single poet and in some a small gathering of twenty people will sit in a café to hear a human voice sing. For all our differences, poetry is a constant art form that connects our different languages. It’s a seer and a healer, an instigator and a diplomat.”

- Matthew Dickman, Tin House’s Free Verse (via commovente)