MIND: Stay Poor

Forget the money, because, if you say that getting the money is the most important thing, you will spend your life completely wasting your time. You’ll be doing things you don’t like doing in order to go on living, that is to go on doing things you don’t like doing, which is stupid. Better to have a short life that is full of what you like doing than a long life spent in a miserable way.

// Alan Watts

MIND: Doubts

Can I write? Will I write if I practice enough? How much should I sacrifice to writing anyway, before I find out if I’m any good? Above all, CAN A SELFISH EGOCENTRIC JEALOUS AND UNIMAGINATIVE FEMALE WRITE A DAMN THING WORTHWHILE?

// Sylvia Plath

MIND: Laughing

There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes this whole universe for a vast practical joke, though the wit thereof he but dimly discerns, and more than suspects that the joke is at nobody’s expense but his own.

Moby-Dick // Herman Melville

MIND: Vice

So I withdrew to the farthest corner of my little room, sat on the floor, squeezed myself in between two walls, my head bowed. Yes. And sat there. Absolutely still. My heart was once again frozen and would not melt; every outlet was blocked and my brain squeezed by a large vice. And what I am waiting for whenever I sit huddled up like that is for something to give, for something to start flowing inside me.

Letters from Westerbork // Etty Hillesum

MIND: Fiery

Self-love is the foundation for your capacity to love the other person.
If you don’t take good care of yourself, if you are not happy, if you are not peaceful, you cannot make the other person happy.
You cannot help the other person; you cannot love.

Your capacity for loving another person depends entirely on your capacity for loving yourself, for taking care of yourself.

// Thich Nhat Hanh

SOL: Extinguished

You drain light from me so well
I start to love it, begin to crave your angry fists
Hammering either side of my head, I want to flinch
When your finger twitches, feel the decibels of my
Heartbeat increase with each violent speech
You make me weak, I start to miss it
Insufferable power struggles until your teeth
Eat my lips when we kiss, until you
Plunge into white skin, leaving purple flowers as a gift

3AM Thoughts // AKA “He Said Goodbye With His Fists, I Said Goodbye With My Lips.”

MIND: Switch

As soon as the least little thing goes wrong for you – I no longer exist for you.
I don’t want it that way, I don’t breathe that way.
I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into a room.

Earthly Signs: Moscow Diaries // Marina Tsvetaeva