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Do you know how burnt out you have to be to forget about your coping mechanism Tumblr blog. I close my eyes and don’t dream. I eat and don’t taste. I am a rumor to myself omg
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We had a crazy 'roommate' situation blow up this week, thank God he's out forever, and our neighbors brought us fresh pesto that they made at home and said 'il nostro silenzio è compassione'; the downstairs neighbor from the first floor came up and told me that the night before when the boys were having the argument, everyone in the palazzo was outside listening from their balconies at 4 in the morning but she didn't hear because she got the news late, aka at 7am, when Lucia, our neighbor from the 3rd floor (we are on the fifth floor) arrived at her door to tell her what happened. Ah, Italia
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It is so much more interesting to be inspired to think abstractly and existentially and investigatively and playfully in conversation than to be trapped into boring corners talking about practical daily matters. For example, I'm a little obsessed with making money right now, but I don't want to talk about it. I pay my phone bill, grocery shop, there is rent every month, but I do not care about that because we all do it. Who cares. Not interesting. Stress at work? Just another day. I love when my true mind can show itself. A genuinely amazing conversation is so soul-restoring.........I will start to dream of you
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I need a summer reading list! Jean Rhys, Jorge Luis Borges, Anaïs Nin maybe, who else writes like insufferable heat and no A/C, clean white sheets and sweat and stupors
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That moment when all tension and forced passivity explodes into chaos and therefore inspired action......Oh I'm obsessed. I see more clearly after the fire when the smoke clears. What remains and what shall I do with it?
My life this week………I now believe in beauty after breakdown
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You insist on seeing, on hearing, on thinking, on doing.
You are addicted to activity.
In silence and awareness, truth is found. You want to know the self but you refuse to be the self. You cling to the person you believe yourself to be and that person does not exist.
– Nisargadatta Maharaj
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My life this week………I now believe in beauty after breakdown
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All I crave and eat lately is Icelandic yogurt and cold marinated salmon on bruschetta
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