may you pick up your tea when it’s exactly the right temperature, and may you happen to glance out the window when the light is just how you like it.

“I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.”

- Jaime Gil de Bieda (via colporteur)

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Be OK - Ingrid Michaelson

the meantime


n. the moment of realization that your quintessential future self isn’t ever going to show up, which forces the role to fall upon the understudy, the gawky kid for whom nothing is easy, who spent years mouthing their lines in the wings before being shoved into the glare of your life, which is already well into its second act.


Situated north of the Cap Vert Peninsula in Senegal, northeast of Dakar, Lake Retba, or as the French refer to it Lac Rose, is pinker than any milkshake you’ve ever come face to straw with.

And once you see it, you too will agree that a sippy straw may be in order over a boat.

Experts say the lake gives off its pink hue due to cyanobacteria, a harmless halophilic bacteria found in the water.

If the color weren’t enough to make you smile, it should be known that Lake Retba has a high salt content, much like that of the Dead Sea, allowing people to float effortlessly in the massive pink water. In fact, Lake Retba has an almost one and a half times higher salt content than the Dead Sea.

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“Who am I to tell my private nightmares to if I can’t tell them to you?”

- Samuel Beckett

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“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”

- Sylvia Plath

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“Don’t Worry Baby” - The Beach Boys

Probably my all-time favorite melody right there in those verses.

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“I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.”

- Anaïs Nin

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