So similar to my other poems, I let this one guide me into whatever it was that it wanted to say. I ended up writing about my struggles to vocalise articulate sentences in everyday life. I always find it so hard to use a wide range of vocabulary out loud when speaking to people and always admire those that have the natural ability to be so eloquent with their words whilst I feel like a fumbling fool.
I am lost in numbers,
The black and white dizzy
In the curves of all the letters,
Of the ever expanding dictionary.
How do you speak so easy?
Your breezy vocals dance,
Like the superhero’s cape.
Your stanza’s in his stance.
I’m more like ‘84 Newspeak,
The “ungood” of my phrases,
Tripping on their shoelaces.
Reach for my hand,
No ifs or buts.
Just show me your love.
close ups of the pattern upon request
Some things in life are out of your control. You can make it a party or a tragedy.
—Nora Roberts, Vision in White (via quotethat)
"Look inside of my soul and you can find gold and maybe get rich,
Look inside of your soul and you can find out it never exist”
"Love is a temporary madness,
it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together
that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness,
it is not excitement,
it is not the promulgation of eternal passion.
That is just being “in love” which any fool can do.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,
and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Those that truly love, have roots that grow towards each other underground,
and when all the pretty blossom have fallen from their branches,
they find that they are one tree and not two.”
By Louis de Bernières
I know a lot of wise people are already aware of this but since being unable to drink alcohol, I’ve realised just how much it is at the centre of everything anyone ever does in this country. Especially London.
Alcohol may be fun every now and then but let’s not forget to have a passion for things outside of the pub. Or club. Or bar.
Being an observer, I’ve noticed that the hobby HAS become alcohol. And it’s become normal to talk or maybe even brag about how “battered” you got the night before.
One thing all bottles should state on the label is: “Consuming alcohol does not give you a personality.” It doesn’t shape you and it doesn’t help you when you’re sober.
Sure it’s a fun thing to do every now and then as a means of escapism and it really does feel good when paired with amazing music.
I guess my point is that, when all is said and drunk, night after night, you will wake up with nothing more than a headache, an empty head and short term blurry memories. Instead of that regular 3-nights-a-week slot with your hands wrapped around a drink, why don’t you use that precious time to build something valuable for yourself?
Because you don’t want to grow old and tell your grand kids you pretty much spent your youth in sticky, smelly pubs. You want to tell them you invented that fucking badass spaceship, that you built an app, that you discovered meditation, that you understood and connected with people on a deeper level and learnt insane amounts from it.
So next time, when someone asks you if you want to catch up over a “drink”. Say no. Do a sober activity with them and I guarantee you’ll learn a hell of a lot more about life and each other (and wake up feeling fresh, score).
People wait all week for Friday, all year for summer, all life for happiness.
—Unknown (via quotethat)