it’s history. it’s poetry.

among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused & frightened & even sickened by human behavior. you’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited & stimulated to know. many, many men have been just as troubled morally & spiritually as you are right now. happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. you’ll learn from them – if you want to. just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. it’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. & it isn’t education. it’s history. it’s poetry.

-j.d. salinger catcher in the rye

start your day off well.

we are always rushing rushing rushing & forgetting to feel the world beneath our feet, the blood in our veins. maybe if we could all. just. stop & let ourselves breathe we could smile more & have hearts that pump pump pump to a new beat.

morning routine:
1) wake up.
2) lay in your bed & look at the ceiling.
3) say: hello world, hello day.
4) lay & listen to your breathing.
feel the blood coursing through your veins.
notice your skin waking up with you.
3) stand & stretch.
side to side.
touch your toes.
touch the earth.
touch the sky.
4) look in the mirror.
say hello to yourself.
smile.
give yourself one compliment.

home.

home–noun 1. a house, apartment, or other shelter that is the usual residence of a person, family, or household.

what does home mean to you?
home should be a place, any place, where you feel beautiful, wanted, safe, & loved. sometimes “home” is not a tangible thing but more of a feeling. home can be the house you grew up in or the person’s arms you feel safest in. home can be that feeling you get when you’re listening to your favourite song or the feeling you get when driving to the ocean in the middle of the winter. no matter how you define home, you should always carry a map to it. carry that map deep within your heart so you can never lose it no matter what. if you cannot think of a place to call home, make this your home. we’ll keep you safe, we’ll keep you warm, we’ll make you feel beautiful, we’ll never let go.

i carved a map in the back of my arm, so don’t worry i’m coming home.
-down to your soul, right away great captain.

i love how you love me.

i love how your eyes close, whenever you kiss me. & when i’m away from you, i love how you miss me. i love the way your kiss is always heavenly but darling most of all i love how you love me. i love how your heart beats, whenever i hold you. i love how you think of me without being told to. i love the way your touch is always tenderly but darling most of all i love how you love me.
-phil spector

W is for…

windsheild notes of encouragement

Grab some sheets of paper and cut them into quarters. Write on each a unique, anonymous message that will hopefully make just about anybody smile:

“Look in the mirror and you will see someone extraordinary.”
“It will all work out. (I promise!)”
“Hi there. I like you, very much.”

Now, gather all of the notes up, go to a crowded parking lot, and put the notes on random windshields, securing each with the windshield wiper. Vanish without a trace and know that you just made a few peoples’ days better!


-ABC ADVENTURES

love forever.

danny: i always feel guilty when i say i love you to you & i say it so often, i say it to remind you that as dumpy as i am it’s coming from me. it’s like hearing a beautiful song from a busted old radio, & it’s nice of you to keep the radio around the house.
annie: if i don’t have a note on the kitchen table i think there’s something’s wrong. you write a love letter to me every morning.
danny:
the only thing that could possibly be wrong is i couldn’t find a silly pen.
annie (reading): to my princess, the weather out today is extremely rainy. i’ll call you at 11:20 in the morning…
danny (interrupting): it’s a romantic weather report.
annie (reading): and i love you, i love you, i love you.
-Danny & Annie Perasa

i will never love you more

I will never love you more than the drummer of Flaming Lips. I will never love you more than Woody Allen movies. I will never love you more than the White album of the Beatles. I will never love you more than God only knows. I will never love you more than DVDs night with my girlfriend. When we talk about stupid things like feelings and men. I will never love you more than my boyfriend when I was 14. Even if he’s now an asshole, I will never love you more. And you say, you love me more than everything. And compared to me everything is nothing. I will never love you more than meeting Paul McCartney. And we asked him to play a song on my Ukulele. I will never love you more than my Scandinavian tour. Which was more than paradise, I wish you remember it too. I will never love you more than dancing to Phil Spektor. I will never love you more than my Casiotone keyboard. I will never love you more than Daniel Johnston himself. For me he’s more than God, I will never love you more. And you say, you love me more than everything. And compared to me everything is nothing. Ohh this is sweet, I just wonder what it means. You say you love me more, than all the girls you’ve had before. Even more than music, even more than yourself. Even more than everything. But it’s just a lie. So I will never love you more, than anything. I will never love you more than singing in the shower. I will never love you more than my Mac computer. I will never love you more than having a daughter. I will never love you more than peanut butter. I will never love you more than kisses all day. I will never love you more than cuddles all night. I will never love you more than kissing girls lips when they’re really pretty. I will never love you more. I will never love you more.
-soko: i will never love you more.