A List of Soft Things | Hannah Nicole
"I'm making a list of soft things so I don't go mad. This is what I wait for. Gray light before the sun rises. Waking up at the lake. Musty smoke from a campfire thick in your hair, on your skin, shaken from your sweater. Earth under your fingers. Green things growing. The sound of blueberry pancakes sizzling, crackling in a buttered skillet. Laughter, when you are incandescently happy. Finding a relic. Freckles. Grilled peaches and sweet corn and watermelon juices running down your skin. Light falling through tress on a pathway empty of anyone but you. Hearing the waves. Waking to a quiet house. Coffee stains. Lipstick marks on a cup. Your spot. Being recognized. Shadows. Alignment, like stars, alignment like sacred. Wonder and thinking you are something bigger and I don't know, that somehow it will be alright. Being okay. Eating all the raspberries from the patch and going through the day with red fingers. Belief an iron rod in your spine. Someone's touch on your hand, a someone who might be more than an anybody, a someone who might be a somebody, who might be yours. Beginnings. Not endings. Maybe endings sometime. Words like honeysuckle and diaphanous. Smells stirring a memory deep in your mind like a stick in thick muddy banks, stirring up the water. Mud under your toes and you are five. Clear water. Green water. Blue water. Gray water more light than liquid. Sitting on the front of the boat and closing your eyes to the spray on sunburnt skin. A perfect song. An imperfect memory. Fragments. Muscles and sinews. Hearing someone hum. Watching a time happen and thinking, I will remember this." | Hannah Nicole
Utah
I'm on what feels like my first proper vacation in two years. I have of course been lucky to travel west a few times in the last year, but it was always for holidays and weddings. To be able to take time off for no other reason, but because... because we need it, because our body and our mind need the break, because fresh air and mountains and a change of literal scenery can do the body very good...well it has been one hell of a treat. And, if I could, a part of me would stay forever.
words to live by // 09.01.15
in quotes
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love. | Mother Teresa
To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked. | Anne Carson
Almost. It's a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe. | Unknown
I laughed and said Life is easy. What I meant was, Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again. | Miranda July
Our job is to love people. When it hurts. When it's awkward. When it's uncool or embarrassing. Our job is to stand together, to carry the burdens of one another and to meet each other in our questions. | Jamie Tworkowksi
Healing is an uncomfortable and lonesome process. It's why we pick our scabs, it's why we drunk text our exes. | Donte Collins
Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence. | Henry David Thoreau
what I'm listening to // THE AVETT BROTHERS
in ahhh music
1. There new album is going to be good in a way that I don't even have words for.
2. There is a brief moment in the middle of this video where some people talk and it'll distract you, but do your best to ignore it. Because the song is magic.