The idea of eternal return is a mysterious one, and Nietzsche has often perplexed other philosophers with it: to think that everything recurs as we once experienced it, and that the recurrence itself recurs ad infinitum! What does this mad myth signify?
Make yourself the lover you love the most. The relationship you have with yourself is the most important bond you will ever and always have. Find the connection with your heart today and love yourself as you wish someone would love you. You are the most honored lover in your life.
“Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”—Andrea Gibson (via speak-slow)
“Do you know what I was smiling at? You wrote down that you were a writer by profession. It sounded to me like the loveliest euphemism I had ever heard. When was writing ever your profession? It’s never been anything but your religion. Never. I’m a little over-excited now. Since it is your religion, do you know what you will be asked when you die? … I’m so sure you’ll get asked only two questions.’ Were most of your stars out? Were you busy writing your heart out? If only you knew how easy it would be for you to say yes to both questions. If only you’d remember before ever you sit down to write that you’ve been a reader long before you were ever a writer.”—JD Salinger
“I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech. I want to whisper poetry into your mind and imprint love letters to your soul and dance with you in an empty white room of potential. Ink will flow through the fingertips of our tongues and the tongues of our fingertips will taste the words written on script. My heart will call out to yours and then we’ll be joined as one big, beautiful, lyrical monstrosity, tangled within each other’s quotes and philosophies - the heavens will shout down to us and the galaxies wil stir. In that one moment, our eyes will caress each other’s with the tenderness only star-crossed lovers can acquire. We’ll lift off the ground into the enigma of the stars and discover the crevices of the world in which we’ve never dared to touch before. The palms of our hands embrace and brazenness replaces apprehension. Together, we’ll be invincible, we’ll wake the universe, they will hear our silent cries, and, holding onto Saturn’s mysterious rings, we will defy gravity.”—(via artiswildandfree)
We have found each other
Thirsty and we have
Drunk up all the water and the
We found each other
And we bit each other
As fire bites,
Leaving wounds in us.”—Pablo Neruda, Absence (via he-did-it-for-his-poison-girl)
“‘If I should die,’ said I to myself, ‘I have left no immortal work behind me - nothing to make my friends proud of my memory - but I have lov’d the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remember’d.’”—John Keats
I like the way you text me commenting on something about your day.
"Got caught in the rain with a cart full of groceries"
"I got a flat on my bike"
Nothing really important. Mundane events in your daily living.
You never text the way other people do: “hey!” or “what’s up?”
You don’t greet me. Rather, it’s like you’re continuing a mental conversation you’ve been having with me all day long. Except this particular sentence you actually verbalize. As if you carry me with you everywhere you go. As if we never stopped talking to each other. We never parted, it seems.