I just wanted you all to know that you can totally finish that piece that you’re working on, because you are super talented and wonderful and there are people that love you that would love to read your story, and you should totally do it.
Bit by bit the splintered day has ended,
The night is all in shreds,
To each of us is given just as much
As we can carry.
The spattering, singing drops of rain
Hold poison and immortality too.
My eyes laugh, my heart rains tears,
Such is the monsoon I’ve been granted.
Whenever I’ve strained to know myself
I’ve heard a chuckle,
As if someone within me spoke and said,
In this game you’ll be fooled again.
What does defeat mean, or waiting,
When an endless trek is my allotted fate?
When my heart was gifted to me, as companion,
As unrest walked alongside.
Maybe we’re from the same star. Emery Allen (via wethinkwedream)
You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you’ve found life. I’m no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are ‘yours’ and which are ‘mine.’ It’s past sorting out.
—Thomas Pynchon, from Gravity’s Rainbow (Viking Press, 1973)