"But poetry, beauty, romance, love - these are what we stay alive for..."

A sigh of relief, for despite my revised views on love and chocolate and snow, I shall never cease to be utterly enthralled by the beauty of life...

“i have a habit of wanting to rescue people from their boring wretched wasted lives and thrust them into enlightened forms of existence, sparkling and drenched in sun glares, but i really should stop assuming people want or need to be saved in the first place. i seem to think that no one has thought to search for secrets in a forest, or found redemption in the windows rolled down, hands making tidal waves of air currents and weather patterns rushing by. it’s like i want to think nobody knows about the brilliance found in barren beaches in winter, or what it’s like to lose your heart and eyesight in the blur of carnival lights. it’s like i want to be this magic girl who takes you back to playgrounds at night and makes you stand on the edges of bridges overlooking dried up canals and expects you to feel something, but maybe you don’t feel anything, and that’s not your fault, but mine, for wanting you to so badly. i want to teach everyone to waltz in dusty light in dim basements, to come out of comas only because of the color of the sky, to run through corn fields and to know as their own the wilderness in the hearts of horses. but not everyone is banking on a wish, or walking on a dream, waiting for a line to be cast in their direction, not everyone writes messages on their hands or picks up strings off the ground, wears them around their wrists for secret meanings. not every man who doesn’t wear his wedding ring has a reason not to do so, sometimes it’s just so your fingers don’t break.”

-Cari Ann Wayman

Love and wishes for a Merry Christmas,
Me :)

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In The Stars Revisited

Just because it was *scarily* true.

"When I tell you it's unquestionably time to look forward instead of pining for what's already past, that also includes not clinging to plans for the future that are quickly proving to be quaintly outdated. You Taureans can be particularly bull-headed in your resistance to admitting when one of your foundational outlooks on life has changed—not necessarily because you refuse to evolve, but more out of a presumed consistency that you may unconsciously expect to carry on indefinitely. But now, Taurus, it's safe and important to acknowledge this indeed has happened: A belief you once held so dear that you never paused to second-guess it has, as a natural result of the past year-or-two's events, matured into a different (and more refined) version of its old self. And as a result, certain sections of your long-term vision (i.e., the mental idealization of that which you find most meaningful in life, which informs the overall prioritization of your values) no longer represent the new you. Scary, but true, there really is a new you… one who warrants a new plan for the next several years (not a plan you have to follow to the letter, but which at least gives you some structures of focus) that isn't merely an automatic repetition of the things you've said you want to do for so many years already. Stop to reallythink about it. Do you actually still find those earlier notions as compelling? Or have your guiding ideas transformed such that, when you look forward, you yearn to see different things for yourself?"

Yes, I yearn indeed.

Don't miss me like so long ago...

I wished for snow and it came true (sort of). Now I’m wrapped in the comforting embrace of my own duvet.
And I don’t miss anyone. Is that so strange?

I miss last Michaelmas though. First everythings.

I miss dressing up every day, because I was never quite sure what would happen. I miss how I was unprepared for rain and so many amazing friends. I miss complaining about too much French, and daydreaming on the tube to Archway every Wednesday afternoon. I miss how I was crazy and he was clueless and it was a dreamy game, an overwhelming thought, so foolishly inevitable. I miss being idealistic; holding a different stance altogether.

I miss how 10 weeks felt like an eternity, and I couldn’t bear the thought of being away from anyone for half of forever (and now it's only 4 Sundays).

So I don’t miss you anymore darlings, but I miss the way I used to. Coz the future comes to fast, and...

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