“Going beyond fear begins when we examine our fear: our anxiety, nervousness, concern, and restlessness. If we look into our fear, if we look beneath the veneer, the first thing we find is sadness, beneath the nervousness. Nervousness is cranking up, vibrating all the time. When we slow down, when we relax with our fear, we find sadness, which is calm and gentle. Sadness hits you in your heart, and your body produces a tear. Before you cry, there is a feeling in your chest and then, after that, you produce tears in your eyes. You are about to produce rain or a waterfall in your eyes and you feel sad and lonely and perhaps romantic at the same time. That is the first tip of fearlessness, and the first sign of real warriorship. You might think that, when you experience fearlessness, you will hear the opening to Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony or see a great explosion in the sky, but it doesn’t happen that way. Discovering fearlessness comes from working with the softness of the human heart.”—Trungpa (via symphonyofthecosmos)
“Now I’ve learned that every feeling will pass if you give it time. And if you learn to deal with your feelings, they’ll pass by faster each time. So don’t rush to cover them up by medicating them. You’ve got to deal with them.”—Humans of New York (via pureblyss)
I’ll admit it. I haven’t always been “sold” on Mr. Gundersen. I have enjoyed the melancholy, passion-filled verses and lines, but somewhere along the way I couldn’t bring myself to push the repeat button. But my friends, this new album is quite the game changer. Songs of love lost and those weary 9-5 work days. Thoughts of resentment and hurt, self-loathing and letting go. Mix such intense themes with beautiful harmony, flawless strings and pretty piano? You’ve got a true album of gold.
This particular song has been stuck in my head for weeks. A few verses of the back and forth fight of love and lust, culminating in a shouting match of confusion and accusation. A familiar spot for the seekers of romance and beauty. So watch the rain fall, grab a pint of Ben & Jerry’s and sink into the sadness. You know you want to.
Gapped tooth smile hips.
Show me you’ve been here hips.
Carve your name into me hips.
Hips all about tourist photos.
Hips like Saturn’s rings.
Hips with a gravitational pull.
Hips all about expansion.
Baby doll hips.
Mess me up hips.
Dress me up hips.
Take me out hips.
Fuck me, fuck me hips.
Baby bearing hips.
Start a family hips.
You need to start a family hips.
You really need to start a family hips.
You don’t want to let your mother down hips.
You don’t want to wait too long hips.
You don’t want to get too old hips.
Stretch mark hips.
Cocoa butter hips.
Don’t remind people you are growing hips.
Dress for your body type hips.
Don’t dress for your body type hips.
Hips that don’t always tell the truth.
Hips that lie sometimes.
Carnival mirror hips.
Hips that say NO NO NO
Hips like a war zone.
Arms like a refugee camp.
”—"Hips (Arms Like A Refugee Camp)" Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)
And when you choose a life partner, you’re choosing a lot of things, including your parenting partner and someone who will deeply influence your children, your eating companion for about 20,000 meals, your travel companion for about 100 vacations, your primary leisure time and retirement friend, your career therapist, and someone whose day you’ll hear about 18,000 times.