something something about mundane love... wanting to do the mundane and simple acts of life with someone. wanting to exist with them through life. Wanting to love them through highs and lows but also choosing to love them through the everyday acts of life. wanting to do laundry and taxes with them. you chose to love them and want to exist next to them in life. life brings so much, but it's also just doing dishes and taking showers and having to go to that doctor's appointment. sometimes it's so quiet. but you can love through the silence too.
Wordworth's brief was to give ''the charm of novelty" to everyday life and awaken the reader to the loveliness of the familiar.
William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Lyrical Ballads (1798-1800)
taken from The Literature Book: Big Ideas Simply Explained, by James Canton (x)
It is early Summer and our kitchen smells like coffee. There is laundry to do and dishes to wash but we dance around our house in the sunlight, break brownies in half to share and make pancakes instead. We lose track of time, like always. Your brown eyes looking in mine -- how do I hold a thousand sunsets at once? You are the best thing that's ever been mine, I quote Taylor Swift instead. Fast-forward to the present day, one year later, it is still the way it was last Summer ; I am holding safe your heart and you are holding safe a thousand sunsets.
// I want to apologize for my absence... it's only the end of February, and it's already been a year. I've had very little muse due to a lot going on in mundania. Long story short, relationship issues, my own health issues, and family health issues. It feels as though I can't get a break to gather myself and recharge. There is good news though, I have officially named my second book and have finished with developmental edits and so far am on track for publishing late spring/early summer.
Has anyone thought about how aliens could see color before? Like, space is black with shining lights and currently one (1) planet with life currently known to us, and it's ours. If aliens do ever appear, is it likely they are humanoid with life similar to ours? Or, is it likely we are completely different species with vastly different experiences and knowledge? Like, I love seeing the whole "human discovers alien life and explores the variety of space enthusiastically" trope, but what about aliens who have never seen colors other than hues of blacks and whites and various shades of the cosmos, which can be breathtaking, but only at a distance, living their lives in dark metal ships that they cannot leave.
I want to see aliens showing up to Earth and be completely overwhelmed by the sights. I want to see aliens who have never seen so many shades of skin or eyes or hair or nails. I want to see aliens in awe of the Aurora Borealis. I want to see an alien's reaction to a strike of lightening in the distance or the vastness of a desert or ocean. I want to see an alien completed mystified by rainbows in the sky and the color of flowers in a garden and the way the leaves change color in the fall.
Just, aliens discovering our mundanities and being completely mystified. Don't even get me started on the other senses.
No homo but I wish a boy would make breakfast with me as the sun rises and floods the kitchen with pink and orange hues. No homo but I wish a boy would kiss me by the fireplace as I appreciate the beauty of everyday life.
my mood ranges from wanting to be a victorian ethereal ghost haunting in a castle to wanting to be fairy living in the forest in her mushroom house to mysterious woman living her life in her cottage with her cats to badass female mc who murders her enemies to be the mysterious girl who wanders the ruin and is a lil bit creepy to being the girl with magical powers to be a academic who knows all worldly knowledge to be princess with a badass cult of woman , in mere minutes.
The aggregation of the spiritual life from the practical life is a curse that falls impartially upon both sides of our existence. A society that gives to one class all the opportunities for leisure, and to another all the burdens of work, dooms both classes to spiritual sterility.
Mr. Ghosh had the most boring and predictable life one could imagine. He woke up sharp at six am every day, went for his morning walk, came home and showered, had a tasteless omelet and toast, and got ready to leave for the bank. You could spot him from far away, carrying his office briefcase and a tiffin carrier. This had been his routine for almost thirty years.
He married at twenty-five,…
That my beloved and beautiful dog Swirl just ripped open a plastic bag full of litter box leavings and ate the cat’s poop has affected, at least momentarily, my near worship of him as a once in a lifetime dog.
Said dog was on television tonight because a TV reporter interviewed us about the weather, did we think it being unusually warm in March was nice, which I said, of course, even though I…
how to slow down time? how can i actually slow down and enjoy every day life?? it feels like time is just zooming past and a month is lasting like 4 seconds…
when florence and the machine said "I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject" and when romeo x juliet said "a simple life with you would be paradise" and johnathan coulton said "it's okay, I like you in glasses" and everything everywhere all at once said "in another life I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you"
(edit: I made a longer thing with more examples here)