Monday, February 18, 2013

He looks like he thinks way too much. Always stressing out about nothing, always worrying about something. Always trying to oversee the consequences of his actions, always thinking before doing and never the other way around. I recognize myself in him. I worry about so many things that I can’t possible live long enough from them all to actually happen to me. I know he does too. Maybe we should learn to go with the flow, deal with one thing at a time, let go and just breathe. Let’s just live, stranger.

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Sometimes you fall, spinning through space, grasping for the things that keep you on this earth; Sometimes you catch them. They can be the hands of the people you love; They can be your pets- pups with funny names, cats with ferocious old souls. The thing that keeps you here can be your art. It can be things you have collected and invested with a certain sense of meaning. A flowered, buckled treasure chest of secrets; Shoes that make you taller and, therefore, closer to the heavens; A suit that belonged to your fairy godmother; A dress that makes you feel a little like the goddess herself. Sometimes you keep falling, you don’t catch anything. Sometimes you fall, spinning through space, grasping for the things that keep you here. Sometimes you catch them; Sometimes you don’t. sometimes they catch you.

- Francesca Lia Block