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This world at times will blind you
Still I know I’ll see you there

Nick Drake — “Road”

you can take a road that
takes you to the stars now,
I can take a road that’ll see me through,
I can take a road that’ll see me through

Learn the alchemy true human beings
know: the moment you accept what

troubles you’ve been given, the door
will open. Welcome difficulty

as a familiar comrade. Joke with
torment brought by the Friend.

Sorrows are the rags of old clothes
and jackets that serve to cover,

then are taken off. That undressing,
and then the naked body underneath, is

the sweetness that comes after grief.

— "Undressing," by Rumi

I just read Haruki Murakami’s new book all in one day. the two airplane trips were nearly long enough to finish it off, but being able to save the last three chapters for last made a significant impact. man, what a total convergence of good things, for me. I don’t read very often, so it was surprising to be so drawn in to this one. I suppose it was the level of focus and lack of distraction given to me by the plane ride.

I identified with the protagonist in a lot of ways, and in other ways by very little at all. I think that’s what made it endlessly curious. having Murakami be so smart about letting a young man like me read it like it was he and I and him and no-one at once… and not writing it for anyone at all.

the imagery he uses: the visceral and utility of description in his similes outweigh any metaphor a reader might steep into it. the impact of a crescendo that does not occur at the end of a book; but at its outset and throughout, a blossom waking and resting with complete indifference to light.

there is a quote from the very last pages of it which I will not spoil for you if you would like to read it. the book, out most recently, is called “Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage” - find it, if you can. the quote was a certain one thing I’ve been needing to say to myself for a long time. and I think I shall have to read the book again someday when I forget the hopeful truth again.

I’m on vacation to Montana for a week! love you guys. be back later. xoxo

If they don’t reply to your texts — they’re not interested in you.

If they don’t call you — they’re not interested in you.

If they forget your birthday — they’re not interested in you.

If they’re hung up on their ex — they’re not interested in you.

If they’re obsessed with being single — they’re not interested in you.

If they don’t want to meet your friends — they’re not interested in you.

If they don’t want you to meet their friends — they’re not interested in you.

If they don’t ask questions about your life — they’re not interested in you.

If they don’t tell you things about their life — they’re not interested in you.

If they only speak to you when they want to have sex with you — they’re not interested in you.

If they only have sex with you when they’re drunk — they’re not interested in you.

If they say “should we just keep this between us?’ after you have sex with them — they’re not interested in you.

If they don’t have sex with you — they’re not interested in you.

If they can always find a psychobabble rationale about who “I am” or “you are” or “we are” as reason why you can’t be together — they’re not interested in you.

If they have said for more than six months that they would like to be with you “BUT” — they’re not interested in you.

And if you still need convincing — think of it this way. Think of what the real day-to-day of life is taken up by. Life is birthday parties at terrible pubs. Life is losing your credit card and the annual Melbourne Cup sweepstake in the office. Life is hen’s nights, bucks’ nights, sitting on the phone for three hours to get U2 tickets and not getting them, the apartment upstairs flooding your house, interval training, calorie counting, cancer scares, illegal mini cabs, Secret Santa, rail replacement buses and Dido albums. Dogs die, cars crash, bin liners break, contracts end, curtain rails collapse, trains get delayed, football teams lose. Divorce happens and so do earthquakes and so does An Audience With Michael Bublé. Landlords put rent up, phones get stolen and the supermarket often completely runs out of hummus.

Now, taking all of the above into account — you look me dead in the eye and tell me the truth. Do you really have enough spare energy to pursue someone who isn’t interested in you? Do you really want to waste any more time on top of all of that? No. Me neither. So give it up, my friend. It’s a loser’s game. Delete their number. Don’t go on any more dates with them. Stop lurking their Facebook page. Feels good, doesn’t it?

Dolly Alderton (via pushtheheart)

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