living life one day at a time

God's wanderlusting beloved, living life one day at a time : an online scrapbook of sorts

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

—Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via observando)

poetictouch:

Tom Hiddleston reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18

Sonnet 18
by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand’rest in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

dipthatpen:

CORRECTION: Little typo—an iamb is actually unstressed-stressed—but the Hendrix song still works. Also, the name of the Hendrix song should be “Come On (Let the Good Times Roll)” There’s no “Baby.” The name of the Dylan song, contrary to popular belief, really is “Tangled up in Blue,” not “Blues.” Just…just one Blue. I realize the song title information is not super important.

But it’s super important.

Find yourself in something more. #reminder

Find yourself in something more. #reminder

austinkleon:

Letter from Sol Lewitt to Eva Hesse, April 14, 1965

Hesse had written to her friend Lewitt about being blocked. My favorite parts from what Lewitt wrote back:

Try and tickle something inside you, your “weird humor.” You belong in the most secret part of you. Don’t worry about cool, make your own uncool. Make your own, your own world… You must practice being stupid, dumb, unthinking, empty. Then you will be able to DO…

Try to do some BAD work—the worst you can think of and see what happens but mainly relax and let everything go to hell—you are not responsible for the world—you are only responsible for your work—so DO IT.

In other words: MAKE BAD ART.

You can read the whole letter in this PDF.

The letter is also included in Shaun Usher’s great collection Letters Of Note, coming out in the states in May. (Lucky me, I have a dee-lux UK edition.)

Maybe the only reason why life is worth living is because someone else had made your life their life’s purpose.
“Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.”
So maybe life is only worth living if it’s not for you, but for others.

Ah, title sequences. Wonderful things.

(Source: vimeo.com)

Good Good Friday - of fun new tools and little joys and girlie chats and dreams born ;)

Good Good Friday - of fun new tools and little joys and girlie chats and dreams born ;)

People are rivers, always ready to move from one state of being into another. It is not fair, to treat people as if they are finished beings. Everyone is always becoming and unbecoming.

—Kathleen Winter, Annabel  (via corvidae-and-crossroads)

(Source: splitterherzen, via thetalltwig)

There is a certain sweetness in the smell after the rain.