Jonathan Tropper, This Is Where I Leave You
All the Water signs, Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces, are sleepy in some respect, exhausted, fluid overloaded and breathing underwater. This is saturation, drenching in celestial liquid, the nourishment of god and the sea of collective soul seasons. And really they are romantic in the sense they need an anchor to steady their rocking dreamboat to sleep. The rising and falling of a chest beside them is a Water sign lullaby, and they turn their torrential emotions into ravishing artwork, poetry and melody. Water individuals have a leaky etheric body, and unconsciously soak up any frequency in circulation. They frequently withdraw into solitude and sleep for days in sheer exhaustion. The rush, flux, noise and suffering of the world creeps under their skin and floods their bodies with an inexplicable heaviness.
Okay but really this makes so much sense.
Went to the chiro for the second time this week; I hadn’t gone since maybe March. Magic in itself. It feels so good to heal yourself without putting any bullshit in your body.
Nearly (and I mean by about 30 seconds) ran into someone I probably didn’t want to tonight, and they probably could tell. Can my life not be awkward.
Made someone watch a certain movie that came out this week and inevitably watched their spirit die a little bit. It touched them so we can keep being friends.
Gave said injured friend a pick me up courtesy of an overpriced fall coffee drink and they returned the favor out of nowhere by buying me dinner. I love kind friendships.
Ate a whole pint of Coconut Milk Cookie Dough ice cream. I’ve never ate a whole pint of anything before! It was cool.
I haven’t drank in about 6 weeks, minus a glass of wine with an old friend last night which I have a handful of times a year. The prospect of not drinking for a prolonged amount of time doesn’t make me anxious.
Currently on a book binge and cannot wait to upgrade my bookshelf in time. Oh I should also start maybe finishing some books.
Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person’s ultimate good as far as it can be obtained.
C.S. Lewis (via jspark3000)
She was laughing even as we kissed and kissed again. There is no better taste than someone else’s laughter in your mouth.
Unknown (via lovequotesrus)
And who cares for you? The one who is so caring. Who lets you know that it’s gonna be okay, and that you are allowed to be weak. Who tells you to be kind to yourself, and to know that love is to be received as well. Who cares for you? Who do you allow into your well crafted life that you have kept so close, who have you allowed to walk in that most precious place that you call your soul. I hope whoever it is, enters with the intention of making it a home, and caring for it. Be careful, you who cares so much, because you still need to be cared for as well.
T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via fromthemediterranee)
In my deepest wound I saw Your glory, and it astounded me.
Newly finished tattoo! I am now officially ready for winter.