Don’t we all, love…
Mistakes and triumphs make us who we are, though. So maybe that pain is ultimately worth it, even though at the time it stings to high heaven.
this love, oh this love that kills
12pm
I have just watched the follow up documentary that these guys did after they raised £3m for Comic Relief and bought thousands and thousands of mosquito nets for people in Africa.
They visited many, many people who had lost children to malaria and handed out nets to ensure that they would never have to endure such loss again.
This Christmas, people have spent hundreds and hundreds of pounds to buy presents for their families, on things we don’t really need. But a fiver of that money could have bought a net for someone who goes to sleep every night hoping that they don’t develop malaria from mosquito bites.
We are exceptionally lucky and I think it’s good to realise this and be grateful for everything we have.
Just wanted to say.
Anyway, if you’re interested in finding out about this Comic Relief campaign, click here.
via blogs.dfid.gov.uk
12pm
I love the art work on this.
Eight ways to kill an idea
11am
Letting stuff go is probably the hardest lesson I have been given to learn this year, and I am still working through it.
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2pm
You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.
Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)
You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.
But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.
Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.
e.e. cummings
—You are tired
Gotta love e.e.cummings.
12pm
How nice is this? There is some generosity of spirit in the world, then…
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10am
I'll admit.
Fabulous:
evermore:
I have made a fool of myself. I will continue to make a fool of myself. I have forgotten. But oh, have I remembered. I have moved on when I thought I never would. I have given up but never admitted defeat. I have found myself stuck. I have found myself astonished and I never want that feeling to leave me completely. I have taken what wasn’t mine. I have lost things that I held dear. I have grown. I have shrunken until I was a whisper of my former self. I have hated who I was becoming. I changed who I was. I am making what I am. I strive for something but it is something all the same. I have hoped more than I have feared. I have gotten lost and found my way. I have gained more friends than I have lost. I have smiled but crystalline tears have escaped my eyes. I have kept my ears sharp for the winds of my change. I have seen with wide open eyes. I open my arms to what is coming. I’ll admit, I am not ready for a new year, three hundred and sixty five days of unknown adventure or pain. I’ll admit I’ll look back at this year and know that something good happened in it, something bad, something that opened my eyes, and something that closed off my heart. I’ll admit that I don’t want it to end. I’ll admit that I’m ready for my slate to be wiped clean and to start all over again, starting with the month of my birth. I’ll admit I’m scared. But, that’s about all I’m willing to admit.
Via Evermore
2am
I love this. I think I want to live somewhere where people walk in and think, “Wow!”
1am
I always think I should read more Byron. He was a bit a party animal apparently.
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