Ooh, Lovely Thank You @losgunna ! 😊 I Shall Happily Work On This.

man i miss the freedom of 2013 tumblr. people used to make up stories about everything and anything. remember how popular fandom bloggers would say they saw an “aesthetic blogger” in public and they got into a fight? or that they had a substitute teacher with a sonic screwdriver get into witty banter with the op and confess love on the spot before running out of the classroom never to be seen again? like, can you imagine if any of this stuff happened irl? if someone ran up to me while i’m vibin in a starbucks and hissed “poetry blog” at me i’d be so completely decimated by the correct analysis that i would be thanos snapped into nothingness. nevermind the idea of showing up 15 minutes late to a class and the substitute teacher was apparently never employed by the school and in fact sprinted out of the building before getting caught. i love this shit. it’s so wonderfully fictive and so effortlessly self-indulgent i live for it unironically bc why cringe about it!! people love to imagine themselves in better situations, and that’s how creativity flourishes. i know you, reading this, have imagined yourself the romantic hero or the tragic savior or lottery winner or whatever else - at least once. and that’s really wonderful and beautiful and you should imagine these things. you are the romantic hero. i love you already. allons-y. 

“Each person is only given so many evenings, and each wasted evening is a gross violation against the natural course of your only life.”

— Charles Bukowski (via elshalarossa)

You don't have to accept the wrong kind of love, even if you'll miss it when it's gone. You will find people who see the worth in you and take the time to learn to love you right. You are worth that love.

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Kim Junghun

When the Baal Schem, the founder of Hasidism, had a difficult task before him, he would go to a certain place in the woods, light a fire and meditate in prayer; and what he had set out to perform was done.  When a generation later, the Maggid of Meseritz was faced with the same task, he would go to the same place in the woods, and say: “We can no longer light a fire, but we can pray.”  And everything happened according to his will.  When another generation had passed, Rabbi Moshe Leib of Sassov was faced with the same task, [and] he would go to the same place in the woods, and say: “We can no longer light a fire, nor do we know the secret meditations belonging to the prayers, but we know the place in the woods, and that can be sufficient.”  And sufficient it was.  But when another generation had passed and Rabbi Israel of Rishin was called upon to perform the task, he sat down in his golden chair, in his castle, and said: “We cannot light the fire, we cannot speak the prayers, we do not know the place, but we can tell the story of all this.”  And, once again, this was sufficient.

Gershom Scholem, from Giorgio Agamben’s book The Fire and the Tale

The Angel With The Flaming Sword - Edwin Howland Blashfield