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a collection of quotations, poems, images, and songs that inspire me

"The bullet is in me now, so I cannot make a very long speech. But I will try my best."

Theodore Roosevelt to a crowd, right after getting shot.

This is why history is so much fun. (I’m watching the new Roosevelts documentary from Ken Burns and it’s fantastic.)

I’ve recently started collecting the Penguin Drop Caps book series. X, Y, and Z just came out, so when I saw used copies on Powell’s website, I snatched them up. When my box arrived today, I found this card inside telling me the used copies I ordered weren’t on the shelf. Instead, the store sent me three new copies, totalling about $30.00 more than what I paid for them. Their Portland store is awesome, but for us non-Oregonians, their website offers great prices, fast shipping, and excellent customer service. You can also sell them your old books online for cash or store credit, with free shipping to their store. It’s important to support independent bookstores and is a joy to do so when they take such good care of their customers. I was so excited about my pretty new books that I had to share my glee somewhere!

I’ve recently started collecting the Penguin Drop Caps book series. X, Y, and Z just came out, so when I saw used copies on Powell’s website, I snatched them up. When my box arrived today, I found this card inside telling me the used copies I ordered weren’t on the shelf. Instead, the store sent me three new copies, totalling about $30.00 more than what I paid for them. Their Portland store is awesome, but for us non-Oregonians, their website offers great prices, fast shipping, and excellent customer service. You can also sell them your old books online for cash or store credit, with free shipping to their store. It’s important to support independent bookstores and is a joy to do so when they take such good care of their customers. I was so excited about my pretty new books that I had to share my glee somewhere!

"All my life, I’ve thought that if I couldn’t say anything boys found interesting, I might as well shut up. But now I realize there was that whole other, invisible half of the world—girls—that I could speak to instead. A whole other half equally silent and frustrated, just waiting to be given the smallest starting signal—the tiniest starter culture—and they would explode into words, and song, and action, and relieved, euphoric cries of, ‘Me too! I feel this too!’”

—Caitlin Moran, How to Build a Girl, Ch. 9

"The universe is under no obligation to make sense to you."
Neil deGrasse Tyson (via apoetreflects)
"When someone shows you how little you mean to them and you keep coming back for more, before you know it you start to mean less to yourself."
Lena Dunham, Not That Kind of Girl, p. 49

The Lioness

The scent of her beauty draws me to her place.
The desert stretches, edge from edge.
Rock. Silver grasses. Drinking-hole.
The starry sky.
The lioness pauses
in her back-and-forth pacing of three yards square
and looks at me. Her eyes
are truthful. They mirror rivers,
seacoasts, volcanoes, the warmth
of moon-bathed promontories.
Under her haunches’ golden hide
flows an innate, half-abnegated power.
Her walk
is bounded. Three square yards
encompass where she goes.

In country like this, I say, the problem is always
one of straying too far, not of staying
within bounds. There are caves, 
high rocks, you don’t explore. Yet you know
they exist. Her proud, vulnerable head
sniffs toward them. It is her country, she
knows they exist.

I come toward her in the starlight.
I look into her eyes
as one who loves can look,
entering the space behind her eyeballs,
leaving myself outside.
So, at last, through her pupils,
I see what she is seeing:
between her and the river’s flood, 
the volcano veiled in rainbow,
a pen that measures three yards sqaure.
Lashed bars.
The cage.
The penance.

—Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language

"Life as a Christian isn’t all slamming down winning baskets, taking forty-yard touchdown passes, turning around to receive standing ovations, and fighting off the autograph hunters. Life as the church isn’t a blank, unchallenging canvas. Things go wrong. People fall out. You get cross. You feel let down and misrepresented. People get hurt. That’s not a sign that Christianity is a mistake or the church is wicked. It’s a sign that the church is real. Being a Christian is not a security blanket. It’s not about making sure nothing goes wrong. Something always does go wrong. The key is what happens when it does. The key is about allowing our weaknesses to be turned into God’s opportunities.”

—Samuel Wells, Be Not Afraid, p. 112

Poetry Speaks: "Wild Geese"
Poetry Speaks: "Wild Geese"

My thoughts on perfectionism and creativity through the lens of “Wild Geese.” 

humansofnewyork:

"I think all the pressure that I put on myself has been paralyzing. When I graduated from high school, a lot of people wrote in my yearbook: ‘You’re going to do great things,’ or ‘I know you’re going to make it big.’ I realized recently that with all the time I spent trying to figure out what my ‘big thing’ was going to be, I passed over a lot of small things that could have really added up. The moment I became content with taking small steps, I started moving forward again."
(Mexico City, Mexico)

Note to self: take small steps. 

humansofnewyork:

"I think all the pressure that I put on myself has been paralyzing. When I graduated from high school, a lot of people wrote in my yearbook: ‘You’re going to do great things,’ or ‘I know you’re going to make it big.’ I realized recently that with all the time I spent trying to figure out what my ‘big thing’ was going to be, I passed over a lot of small things that could have really added up. The moment I became content with taking small steps, I started moving forward again."

(Mexico City, Mexico)

Note to self: take small steps. 

Miles Away

rabbit-light:


I want you and you are not here. I pause
in this garden, breathing the colour thought is
before language into still air. Even your name
is a pale ghost and, though I exhale it again
and again, it will not stay with me. Tonight
I make you up, imagine you, your movements clearer
than the words I have you say you said before.

Wherever you are now, inside my head you fix me
with a look, standing here whilst cool late light
dissolves into the earth. I have got your mouth wrong,
but still it smiles. I hold you closer, miles away,
inventing love, until the calls of nightjars
interrupt and turn what was to come, was certain,
into memory. The stars are filming us for no one.

Carol Ann Duffy

Thanks to two_grey_rooms.