Heading To Her New Home 

“There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn’t. There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn’t need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Do all things with love, but don’t romanticize life like you can’t survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise.”

— Emery Allen (via wordsnquotes)

I dream of...

I dream of the empty tunnels within the earth,

where once worms lived but now only their corpses lay in the poisoned dirt. 

I dream that the sick earth gives away beneath our feet, that mankind slips down passing our equally sickened history as we go. 

I dream there are trees forever preserved in plastic, bones of fish that twist in deformation, the hornless rhinos mouths are still wide in pain and in their blank eye sockets remains fear, small bones lay next to big ones. 

 Finally, we reach our ancestors alongside the mammoths they slew,

 the only genuinely recognizable corpses. 

I dream that we never hit the end, our bodies fall upwards as we pass our mistakes, our triumphs are few and far between. 

Then I wake up. 

I stand on the dirt that I dreamt of, waiting for the human race’s sins to pull me down. 

I feel nothing but the worms digging beneath my feet, I do not feel the waxy plastic or the sharp bones of fish,

but it is then I realize I’m still dreaming. 

“To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”

— Sylvia Plath, from “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.”

“I don’t care where it ends, let it begin.”

—

Jocelyn Flores

I never really obtained the privilege to see or meet the wonderful soul that makes this beautiful tunes yet after knowing of your death my heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Even on this present day your music, evokes a nostalgic feeling in me as if I had known you or been with you before. I wonder why and how is it possible to feel such a deep connection with someone simply through music. Your death was a tragic one, how I wish you were still with us. Rest easy Jah

“Step into my poem, I will be there for your heart, in this gondola of rain and hope.”

—

Frida Kahlo & Chavela Vargas. Photo by Nickolas Muray, 1945

"Nothing is worth more than laughter. It is strength to laugh and to abandon oneself, to be light. Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing." ~ Frida Kahlo

03.02.2018

The rain, to make less differences among the ones I love.

"The reading of all good books is like conversation with the finest men of past centuries."

-René Descartes