April 2012
"Dear" 1/30
Dear eyes,
There so many things I would like to tell you
But I don’t
We both know how horrible you are at keeping secrets
Dear brain,
You’re a good listener
But you give terrible relationship advice
Dear heart,
I trust you
Don’t fuck this up
Dear legs,
Walking is the easy part
Now pick a destination
Dear hands,
Don’t bring a poem to a gunfight
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.”
—Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods (@kingofthesavages)
March 2012
“Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and they will come forth later in uglier ways.”
—Sigmund Freud (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
