#sundayfunday #sukiyaki #nippon
1:24 pm • 28 April 2013
My New Therapist is Crazy, Y’all.
But she’s really nice.
“You could think of yourself as a viking… in fact, I could invite you to my Viking Women Club.”
“I had a depressive time. It was some time ago. I took all of my clothes from my closet— my kids thought I was crazy— and I painted it lime green. It’s still lime green today!”
“Women, sometimes, need to learn how to self-nurture. It’s not that men don’t need to take care of themselves, it’s that they usually have people to help them take care of themselves; they’re called women!”
“When you write poetry, isn’t it supposed to come from your heart?”
6:35 pm • 27 April 2013
Learning the difference
between unfounded defensiveness and “… Bitch, seriously, you should check yourself.”
5:39 pm • 27 April 2013 • 1 note
“My apologies to chance for calling it necessity.
My apologies to necessity if I’m mistaken, after all.
Please, don’t be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due.
May my dead be patient with the way my memories fade.
My apologies to time for all the world I overlook each second.
My apologies to past loves for thinking that the latest is the first.
Forgive me, distant wars, for bringing flowers home.
Forgive me, open wounds, for pricking my finger.
I apologize for my record of minuets to those who cry from the depths.
I apologize to those who wait in railway stations for being asleep today at five a.m.
Pardon me, hounded hope, for laughing from time to time.
Pardon me, deserts, that I don’t rush to you bearing a spoonful of water.
And you, falcon, unchanging year after year, always in the same cage,
your gaze always fixed on the same point in space,
forgive me, even if it turns out you were stuffed.
My apologies to the felled tree for the table’s four legs.
My apologies to great questions for small answers.
Truth, please don’t pay me much attention.
Dignity, please be magnanimous.
Bear with me, O mystery of existence, as I pluck the occasional thread from your train.
Soul, don’t take offense that I’ve only got you now and then.
My apologies to everything that I can’t be everywhere at once.
My apologies to everyone that I can’t be each woman and each man.
I know I won’t be justified as long as I live,
since I myself stand in my own way.
Don’t bear me ill will, speech, that I borrow weighty words,
then labor heavily so that they may seem light.”
— Wisława Szymborska, Under One Small Star (via the-reluctant-optimist)
(Source: idterab, via fastreader)
3:20 pm • 22 April 2013 • 17 notes