Frame & Canvas

I’ve spent the better part of the past year trying to find a fix. Every one I meet ends up making me feel a little bit lonelier. 

Two weeks will have me waking up to this

love this look

Jeff.

Does listening to our music when I miss him, make me miss him more?  Or maybe listening/crying is cathartic, and I’ll gradually start feeling better.

I’ll still just keep clicking “next” on shuffle.

TICKETS TO THE TROPICS

LETS DO THIS

Ilyas spent six hours cooking for me

Lamb karahi, chicken karahi, potato bhujia, eggplant bhurta, raita, wine, wine, wine…

“The most important idea I’ve come to internalize in the last six months is that getting what I want means that I have to consistently focus on how to get what I want and stop allowing my mind to rationalize what I don’t have.”

The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here, the inferno where we live every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering it. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become such a part of it that you can no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of the inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space.
From Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities.

(Source: viafrank)

i’m curious about everything today, yet terribly sleep deprived. this makes for a head that hurts.

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