…Happy Friday, happy weekend to you.
…I woke feeling like I’m wearing a cloak of despair. Not sure why that is, but it’s there, invisible or not. Maybe it’s the weight of frivolity. Or maybe it’s something else altogether. Perhaps I’ll figure it out at some point.
…Here are some random things to ponder and enjoy on the cliff of the week:
Ravenous Butterflies
“And I'll dance with you in Vienna,
I'll be wearing a river's disguise.
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
my mouth on the dew of your thighs.
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
with the photographs there and the moss.
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty,
my cheap violin and my cross.”
--Leonard Cohen
“I think there are people who help you become the person you end up being, and you can be grateful for them even if they are not part of your life forever.” –Diane Nguyen, BoJack Horseman
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.”—Sylvia Plath
“Fail again. Fail better.” Samuel Beckett
“I almost view myself as somebody else. I’m only interested in the parts of my experience that are universal and part of an unspoken shared experience.” Rachel Cusk
"I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No, it was the poetry." -- Sylvia Plath
“There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.” - Edgar Allan Poe
“I think the dark side of an artist is important, because when I was 16 and thinking about hanging myself, I stopped and asked myself, ‘why am I like this.?’ Almost all of my songs are about paranoia and self-doubt.” Rick Springfield
"I never liked myself: a love story."
"There is a large part of me that wants to see me dead." --Melissa Broder
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