- Always say yes to seeing friends
- Eat breakfast every day
- Recognize that positive change rarely happens overnight
- Accept the fuck-ups, but try not to let them happen again
- There is a song to remedy every situation on the planet
- Appreciate the people in your life
- Look for the good in everything
- Try new things and try them often
- Treat yourself as well as you treat others
I woke up from a dream of you again, and I miss you, but there is nothing that can bridge these coasts and oceans together. January is soon enough. I need to focus on myself, but today I woke up and tried to peel off my shirt, and then my stomach hurt in reaction. I am awaiting Adam’s arrival in my throat with my voice, and I feel like I am in a terminal embracing a layover. I read Fugitive Pieces and cried towards the end because love is the strings which bound me to the past and thread me along into the future. I hold enough in this body in this moment, and I am good and whole and happy. Bad days come and go, but I stay in this truth and in all of the beauty it brings into my life. Soon I will be across the Atlantic with my tongue working on another dialect of Arabic. Now I am missing those sunsets in Amman with the entire city a reflection of the sky, pools pulling the moon closer. Now I am missing those London mornings where I felt full with the weight of water. Most of all, I am missing those afternoons, sitting with Sally in that common room, reading. Reunions like that will feel so good after being away for so long, but this absence is growth and good, and I am in love with all I am becoming.
MORNING BLUES: a mix for waking up in the morning, slowly and lazily to start the day perfectly
I will only let you touch me
if your hands are so full of intention that every brush of your palms feels like you writing a novel on my skin.
Azra. T, Braile (via aurelle)
(Source: , via sufrir)
So here we are again: me being here and you being off the map and me sending it out across the wires and being overheard. You’re making me work for this—the whisper system—and that’s okay, too. I was shooting my mouth off and you called me on it and yes, it’s been the plan all along, my great invention, a place for all these voices to land, the airport of someone else’s listening.
Richard Siken, ‘The Long and Short of It’