I was at the supermarket to buy some pears and I couldn't find a bag to place them in so I asked one of the people who worked there if it was possible to get me a bag when this happened -
Me: Can I please have a bag for these? *shows pears*
Employee: Yes, bear with me one moment and I'll get you some
Me *with pride*: Did you mean 'pear'?
Employee: *awkward smile*

I don't regret anything.

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Fémina - Mi Eje (Live on KEXP)

I would love to learn Spanish. It rolls off the tongue so easily. It is such a sensual language and can convey so much passion, emotion and zest! Perhaps it is the words we choose that make the language. The geographical location, the weather, the crop/food available.. it makes me want to experience the dawn and dusk of 1000 suns. I want to live and hope I can fulfill all my needs for travel, for connection, for creation, for love. I am so excited and humbled by this existence.

Lord

I am generally so clueless when it comes to people flirting with me - they might as well hold a sign in neon letters and lights to get their message across.

I become so freaking protective and awkward sometimes.. like, someone may send me a picture of themselves and I will be like ‘Are you not cold?!’ or they may just want to undress themselves and I’ll take my jacket off like ‘Have you FELT how cold it is, TAKE THIS’.

To caress your being should be viewed as a privilege of fates
My parents told me about my body being a temple
Is there a crack in your Freudian gates?

I long to share this silent chaos with anyone's fortitude
So I can experience their mistakes.
I yearn to build something with these hands, objects of an anachronistic, holy make

We're forever lost in our own and then we
Forsake
Our actions, our beliefs, our ethos plate.

When will we feel the hunger and devour our opportunities to reach a different state?





Copyright © M.E.S.

“I once asked my friends if they’d ever held things that gave them a spooky sense of history. Ancient pots with three-thousand-year-old thumbprints in the clay, said one. Antique keys, another. Clay pipes. Dancing shoes from WWII. Roman coins I found in a field. Old bus tickets in second-hand books. Everyone agreed that what these small things did was strangely intimate; they gave them the sense, as they picked them up and turned them in their fingers, of another person, an unknown person a long time ago, who had held that object in their hands. You don’t know anything about them, but you feel the other person’s there, one friend told me. It’s like all the years between you and them disappear. Like you become them, somehow.”

— Helen Macdonald,
H is For Hawk

The other day at work I got off the phone and continued to do work on the computer when one of my more experienced colleagues called my name. I thought she wanted to correct me for something I said because I am still new to the whole process and might have said something I shouldn’t have but she just said ‘Maria, your voice is so soothing. It calms me down’.

LOL

I saw some posts yesterday about Cosima and the clothes she chooses to wear. I remember how the ''glare'' of colors in aspects of directing in Orphan Black seemed as if they changed to me. It was as if it was a different lense that was being used? I don't know how to explain.. it is as if I have connected a 'color' with a sentiment sort of.

So anyway, I remembered this scene with Delphine where she was holding one of Helena's babies and looking over and smiling at Cosima. That ''color'' of the scene and series stayed with me subconsiously because, let me tell you, a dream I had was so interesting.

I dreamt I was lying down somewhere in nature and looking up at the sunny sky. Evelyne Brochu (the actress that portrays Delphine) protruded in front of me and just smiled at me and proceeded to kiss me? I remember she then just started kissing my neck and I just remember she was also talking about everyday stuff as if we were in conversation beforehand.

I remember seeing scars on her chest and trying to seek the symbolism behind them?!

Then I woke up and wondered what it meant (if it meant anything) and wish it hadn't ended!

'Sophie' by Farah Chamma

Sophie

I am in awe, oh dear Sophie
Of all things done and said
I am one single, wandering thought
In this world’s contemplative head

How do I dare speak all these words?
When facing this vast, capricious Vie
When tempests and storms ravage the waves
Of what worth is one droplet of the sea?

It is bewildering, as I am sure you know
Yet, it takes you almost a gesture to understand
I mustn’t refer to Zola’s Labyrinthe
To explain to you how it is on this part of land

I am in awe, oh dear Sophie 
Of how distance, at times, can be undone
It takes a thought to simplify a world
And above so many, you are one.

Source: https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/sophie_404362