Election day special.
Choose … wisely.
This post’s picture originally appeared on November 9, 2010 at 9:53 am. Check that near-synchronicity.
Never trust thine enemy: for like as iron rusteth, so is his wickedness. An enemy speaketh sweetly with his lips, but in his heart he imagineth how to throw thee into a pit: he will weep with his eyes, but if he find opportunity, he will not be satisfied with blood.
(Sirach 12:10, 16.)
I’ve been doing a lot of resting and a little wool-gathering. I got to go see a man about a sandwich right now, but I’ll be back shortly with more shenanigans than you can shake a stick at. (Try and shake a stick at them all. You won’t be able to.)
“Catwoman Warrior,” by PurgatorioInferno on the deviantart.
“Courageous, untroubled, mocking, and violent — that is what Wisdom wants us to be. Wisdom is a woman, and loves only a warrior.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
It’s true, I think I don’t have a great enough store of anger, or, if I do, I sublimate it into something else, repress it so it snaps out in an unguarded moment over something unrelated, or manifests itself in a sleepless night. I’m not saying I want to be rage-filled in perpetuity. But a little bit of healthy expression of displeasure would be good. I haven’t got enough anger. Not enough to defend myself when I maybe should, that’s the thing of it. I let myself get bulldozed. I don’t fight back. I need to work on that.
via dirtysole on the tumblr
“The things which the child loves remain in the domain of the heart until old age. The most beautiful thing in life is that our souls remain over the places where we once enjoyed ourselves.” — Kahlil Gibran.
“You know, a person can say a lot of stupid things when they’re going through stressful times in their life. I don’t regret the majority of things I was trying to convey, but they didn’t really translate right.” –Kurt Cobain
You can go track down the article this quote came from at Rolling Stone or whatever, but remember that Kurt made a shirt to wear to an interview with them once that said, “Corporate magazines still suck.” Actually, this might’ve been from Melody Maker so that would make my slander inoperative, but I am too lazy to google it.
Point is, the right words can be tough to come by. I am in a Place with some Things and have been on break, just trying to hold on to rocks, and I have found a few, and they know who they are, so thank you to everyone I spent time with this weekend and who on the larger scale has been in touch with me lately. I’m sorry that my lame attempts at expressing my gratitude are probably not accurately translating. I don’t have better words to articulate how spirit-renewing you are and how much it means to me to have good people in my life. Thank you.