you can always be kinder, love better

How do we measure the vastness of the earth? Just turn your ears to where the wind blows Beloved, don’t forget, even when you are tired The voice that lingers on the faraway wind

the best you can is good enough

🇬​​🇺 “it is love because he will never hurt you?” “no. it is love because i am willing to be hurt.”

love will change your life

laugh and the world laughs with you weep and it weeps with you too there are no strangers in this world you are alive. you are never alone

ska was the crowning achievement of an empire that had reached its cultural and economic zenith we will not see its like again

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i prefer old combustion bikes, he says. they move in your hands, they are alive they are loud, i reply. and they smell bad so do i, he says, takes a deep drag, holding the smoke in his mouth as if savoring the taste they putter up the mountain and the past survives another day

the colossi cast kilometre-long shadows across the desert plain. the air here is dry, and burnt, and reeks of ozone “people lived in them?” I ask our guide “nossir.” he dusts his sunhat and stares reverently at the calcified towers “people flew in them”

“we store our consciousness in ambergris” rumbles old Mother Whale. “millenia of memories. your people use it as perfume, i understand” “i’m sorry” she nudges my dinghy “don’t be, little one. i can feel it in the air.” the sea ripples “yes” she croons. “i smell whalesong”

he watches the milk-white poppies sway in the tall grass “taste one”shashthi mews “and the pain of the world will trouble you not” “nor will joy” says the young hero “nor anger nor sorrow” “just so” says the goddess

others may lead you to the lethe, but only you can choose to drink