Posts tagged sadness
for a salvation that will not come from the grey-eyed boy looking for an annotated copy of Shakespeare,
for an end to your sadness in Keats.
He coughed up his lungs at 25, and flowery words cannot conceal a life barely lived.
Your life is fragile, just beginning, teetering on the violent edge of the world.
Your sadness will bury you alive, and you are the only one who can shovel your way out with hardened hands and ragged fingernails, bleeding your despair into the unforgiving earth.
Darling, you see, no heroes are coming for you. Grab your sword, and don your own armor. (via starredsoul)
HELLO BOYS YOU ARE ALLOWED TO BE SAD IF THE GIRL YOU LIKE DOESNT LIKE YOU BACK
YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO CALL HER A WHORE/SLUT/PRUDE BITCH ETC AND THINK YOURE ENTITLED TO HER NETHER REGIONS
You are allowed to cry too.
Despair smells like
Souring yoghurt, bran flakes
crushed under rolling wheels
concrete steps, bulk carpet squares
judging stares of printer and copier
"Why are you still here?"
and, my contacts are falling out
not even tears of fatigue
will provide comfort,
or distraction from the
layers of misery built up in
keyboard and mouse.
I fucking hate the library.
This poem brought to you by procrastination and Olin Library.
You don’t see a buffalo freaking out. He is perfectly contented chewing the same grass every day. He is almost enlightened. There is no tension; there is a tremendous harmony with nature, with himself, with everything as it is. Buffaloes don’t make parties to revolutionize the world, to change buffaloes into super buffaloes, to make buffaloes religious, virtuous. No animal is concerned at all with human ideas.
And they all must be laughing: “What has happened to you? Why can’t you be just yourself as you are? What is the need to be somebody else?”
So the first thing is a deep acceptance of yourself. Osho