Why is everyone on here fucking fragile. I don’t want to be fragile. I am not. Sometimes my brain plunges and drowns in my chest but it hasn’t done that for months and that’s a fucking good thing. And even then- it’s not fragility, at all - it’s just getting lost inside my solid body. I am not sad like the rest of you, I’m simply inert. No matter how many counter-posts people make to the glorification of sadness on here it this will always be a site for (a) people obsessed with their fandom, or (b) people obsessed with the hollowness in their chest and their glass bones and their lonely bleeding heart.
I am neither of those things. I’m obsessed with beauty and words and love and the earth. The word I keep closest to my mind is incendiary but I’m not brave enough to be, and this site is not teaching me that. Maybe it has given me more words to describe the idea, but I am already a human being made solely of ideas. You can only learn bravery from the real world. I cannot live vicariously through my own words.
But all the beautiful poetry is about people cracking at their soldered joints, looking for strength and catching it like a fickle bird.
I keep having these Tumblr/TWC backlashes and I still never leave.
There’s a link to your archive on your page, unless you just added it, in which case I am very slow. ;] I love looking through people’s archives, I can spend hours going through them. Yours is a candy store! =D
Oh wow I’m smart there is a button :P
(whatever I am past shame anyways)
Somehow I never noticed that on my own blog.
I wonder what the “Subscribe” button does. Is that basically to follow if you don’t have Tumblr?
omg This is exciting I’ve never tried using the Search function on my own blog before! (….you know what..just..shh.)
Omg I like my archive a lot, when I look at it.
You should go look at how pretty it is. :)
I should figure out how to make a link on my blog to it because I don’t think I have that.
I’d forgotten about a lot of those old, really amazing posts (mostly pretty pictures).
“My father is from the Philippines, and my mother is Native American. I was a Catholic monk in Mexico, I lived in Morocco, and I’ve been going to Paris every year since the 1970s.”
“I thought you might be a Buddhist monk.”
“Well, Dalai Lama is one of my favorite people. And so is Mahatma Gandhi. I also believe in Islam, and in social consciousness.
There is only one God. We just see God differently. We imagine God in different ways. People have made a mess out of religion and given it a bad name. When you look at the core of the actual teachings, they are very similar. The Ten Commandments, the Five Paths in Buddhism, the Pillars of Islam—they all constitute an ethical way of living.
You can also live ethically without religion. While traveling, I’ve met many people who didn’t believe in any religion, and they were so very nice; they were beautiful people. On the other hand, I’ve met people who claim to follow this or that, and when you talk to them you see that there is a lot of hatred in them. They don’t like this; they don’t like that. They don’t like these people; they don’t like those people.”