Typewriter Series #333 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text below, in case it’s too tiny for your eyeballs :)
“There are a few things that only time
can teach you and only through experience will you remember.
The first and most haunting of these is that the day will come
that you will break. Break like glass and scatter yourselves
out over the floor with no particular rhyme
and certainly no reason. Pieces of you will fall off
that you never knew were there and never bothered to dwell upon.
On this day, All I know how to say is that you must hold on
tightly to the hope that you, beautiful and broken you,
were made of pieces that broke evenly. Clean breaks
and sharp edges so that there will always remain the distinct
possibility that someone, someone more than you, will remember
the picture you used to paint, the vase you used to be that held
the water that kept the flowers of your soul alive.
Hold on to the hope that they are coming and they
are the glue strong enough to erase the seams of your most
misfortunate fall, because you will fall.
I see so many frantically trying to number their pieces;
Categorize and organize and prepare themselves
for the break that is waiting for us all. Do not be these
people and do not fall into this trap because I know a secret
that not even time or experience have learned yet…
We are already broken and we have always been shattered.
If we see ourselves as the shining and scattered portions
of a whole and then glance inward, we will become overwhelmed
with the breath-stealing realization that this day,
and every day between now and the day we become the
fragments again is a gift we’ve never had to open.
You are broken, you will break.
You are the pieces,
but you’ll always be the whole.
Steal back the secret and marvel
and let your jaw meet the floor in perfect awe
at the pieces, the wonderful pieces
that are gracing the ground
they fell upon.”
The rain will come to wash it all away. Rinse clean the sediment of all you have endured, layered atop you like armor of experience. The storm is brewing now that will give birth to the water that will bathe you anew. Put down your umbrellas and dance.
Look up where you swear only darkness sits, look up and wait. It will take time but the light will show. It’s waited millions of years for us and no matter where you are, I will look up and see it too.
My goodness I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever stop falling in love with the things that live and grow around me. What a perfect gift to be given the chance to see life, all life, any life, exist and play and eat and sleep and dance and fly and swim and learn and trust and love, all around us. What a gift it is to be alive, what a perfectly unexpected gift that no matter how bad things get, or how low you can go, you should never, ever, ever, ever want to return. Open it, daily, and celebrate what you are given.
Cecil Squirrel Snowy Covered (by TylerKnott)
There will always be thunder, there will always be wind and rain and shaking branches. There will always be gray of cloud and black of sky. There will come a time that you must stop and face it, stand your ground and hold your head high, no matter how many times you flew to safety before.
Where I live, there is so much more sky than anyone deserves. More sky and more beauty and more miracles hiding in the strangest places. There is more here than anyone deserves and in that, we are so lucky to live and love and ache and wonder beneath it. Just stop and stare every now and again. Stop and truly take in all that rests around you.
barbie wtf that shirt doesn’t match the fucking apron.
wtf barbie close the damn door
Wtf is up with your hair Barbie.
Close the cabinet when you’re done, Barbie.
Barbie why is that meat on the floor? Its going to go bad!
barbie omg those cleaning products are within childrens reach
ok idk if u guys noticed this but her door is smaller than she is
what the fuck barbie or should i say alice in barbieland