XVII

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This is one of my favorite poems by Pablo Neruda :
XVII (I do not love you...)
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

extras!

the beginnings of the week are always the hardest for me to get into. while the end of the weeks seem to cool down. so here are some photos as of late. 
1. a beautiful moon on a late night stroll; 2. some chalk art i found on a bike ride; 3. my dream: riding a vespa kinda not completed, i hope they don't mind me chilling on their scooter

at the library

1) a note i found in a book from who knows when 2) cool spine art 3) penguins! 4) a letter from napoleon to countess walewska from a collection of letters 

i work at the library and there is something so mysterious about going through old books and finding hidden messages, or reading interesting titles. it always boggles my mind when i pick up a book and realize it hasn't been checked out since the early 1900's. 

on a wednesday in a café

just wanna keep that autumn theme going here, it'll be the last i promise!

this playlist is perfect for that foggy day in fall when the weathers not too cold, you're drinking your hot tea or cider, reading a book in bed, or getting work done.

On a Wednesday, in a café... from mango123 on 8tracks Radio.

school motto

throughout life you are constantly being told no, or that was wrong, etc. i am constantly (especially right now) doubting myself and my abilities as a student. thoughts like: "i'm not good enough" or "why is he/she better then me?" are constantly in my head just brewing. & then i saw this:

source unknown!

& it just clicked in my head. maybe i can't get my account sheets to balance- yet, or i just cant seem to remember the chemical structure of an unsaturated fatty acid-yet. but i will. 

the times are changing

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can you feel the crispness in the morning air? do you see those leaves changing? or how 'bout the sun setting earlier? these are all signs of fall. as much as i enjoy all the bonuses of summer, my favorite season is fall (not just cause my birthday's in october). i love that warm drinks are an all day thing, i love getting into my bed on a cold night, sweaters, pumpkin pie/frapps/scones & boots, the list goes on & on. happy fall y'all!

the age of miracles

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one thing i love just as much as eating & sleeping is reading. during winter or summer breaks you can usually find me with my head buried in a book, but come school time my head is usually buried under textbooks, which are way less fun. but this year i make sure to give myself at least 10 minutes of reading time right before i go to bed. it may take me twice as long to finish a book but its been really effective. 
i've been reading the age of miracles by karen thompson walker for the past month & every night i have trouble putting the book down & going to bed. so last night as i was in bed reading i decided to finish it. it didn't matter that it was way past my recommended bed time, or that i was planning on waking up early and going to the gym. & i am so glad i did, the book was magic from beginning to end. 
the book is about what would happen if the earth began to slow, so instead of 24 hour days you'd have 26, 48 hour days. it was beautifully written & it took me to place that was far enough away from our reality but close enough to make me cherish the little things like the smell of grass (you'll understand if you read the book). 

quotes: 

"But I guess it never is what you worry over that comes to pass in the end. The real catastrophes are always different—unimagined, unprepared for, unknown.” 

“Some say that love is the sweetest feeling, the purest form of joy, but that isn't right. It's not love--it's relief.” 

“I liked the idea, how the past could be preserved, fossilized, in the stars. I wanted to think that somewhere on the other end of time, a hundred light years from then, someone else, some distant future creature, might be looking back at a preserved image of me and my father at that very moment in my bedroom.”