*skyisfalling's posterous

Yuen: Fml
  Haha
9:45 PM Fol
  Fuck our lives
  Haha
9:46 PM me: we're gonna be mild alcoholics when we're 70
  but we're gonna be ok yuen
9:47 PM Yuen: 70 you reckon
9:48 PM Haha good pic on the email
9:52 PM me: you're right that's being overly generous
  i'm trying to be positive here
9:53 PM Yuen: i was thinking like
  32
  haha
 me: but i'm talking about like, "carrying flasks in our purse/jacket pocket" kinda alcoholic
9:54 PM we can be blatant alcoholics at 32

perspective changing

When you're that unhappy, any glimmer of beauty or consolation feels like running into an old friend abroad, or seeing mountaintops through smog. Maybe we mistakenly think we want 'happiness,' which we tend to picture in very vague, soft-focus terms, when what we really crave is the harder-edged intensity of experience…. Perhaps the reason we so often experience happiness only in hindsight, and that chasing it is such a fool's errand, is that happiness isn't a goal in itself but is only an aftereffect.

-Tim Krieder, "Averted Vision"

i like

A Girl by Ezra Pound
The tree has entered my hands, 
The sap has ascended my arms, 
The tree has grown in my breast- 
Downward, 
The branches grow out of me, like arms. 

Tree you are, 
Moss you are, 
You are violets with wind above them. 
A child - so high - you are, 
And all this is folly to the world.