The Pocket Watch Thief     Archive     Ask     RSS
Soyen | 21 | Manila

“I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person." — Franz Kafka.

July 21st     3:36 pm


untitled by Unfocusedsmile on Flickr.

July 21st     3:35 pm


what a disturbing society we must live in considering that modesty is viewed as putting yourself down and saying that you aren’t honest and good and caring, and then when you do finally acknowledge that you are or have the potential to be honest, good or caring it’s viewed as arrogance and being boastful. if someone compliments me in some way i’m going to try and not say ‘no i’m not’ from now on. i’m going to be honoured and thankful that they view me in that light and maybe even accept it. i hate that i’ve been condition to think that hating yourself is being modest and that self-loathing is the ‘normal’ and ‘acceptable’ thing. the bravest thing you’ll ever do is learn to accept, find comfort within yourself - eventually love who you are, and i will eventually do it. loving yourself is okay - it doesn’t make you arrogant, it doesn’t make you conceited, it makes you happy to own this skin, happy to call your hands your hands, your mind your mind.

July 21st     3:33 pm


July 10th     12:36 pm


Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love. Claude Monet

July 10th     12:34 pm

Don’t you know yet? Fling the emptiness out of your arms
into the spaces we breathe; perhaps the birds
will feel the expanded air with more passionate flying.

Yes—the springtimes needed you. Often a star
was waiting for you to notice it. A wave rolled toward you
out of the distant past, or as you walked
under an open window, a violin
yielded itself to your hearing. All this was mission.

But could you accomplish it? Weren’t you always
distracted by expectation, as if every event
announced a beloved? (Where can you find a place
to keep her, with all the huge strange thoughts inside you
going and coming and often staying all night.)
But when you feel longing, sing of women in love;
for their famous passion is still not immortal. Sing
of women abandoned and desolate (you envy them, almost)
who could love so much more purely than those who were gratified.
Begin again and again the never-attainable praising;
remember: the hero lives on; even his downfall was
merely a pretext for achieving his final birth.
But Nature, spent and exhausted, takes lovers back
into herself, as if there were not enough strength
to create them a second time. Have you imagined
Gaspara Stampa intensely enough so that any girl
deserted by her beloved might be inspired
by that fierce example of soaring, objectless love
and might say to herself, “Perhaps I can be like her”?
Shouldn’t this most ancient of sufferings finally grow
more fruitful for us? Isn’t it time that we lovingly
freed ourselves from the beloved and, quivering, endured:
as the arrow endures the bowstring’s tension, so that
gathered in the snap of release it can be more than
itself. For there is no place where we can remain.

— Ranier Maria Rilke — from the first of the Duino Elegies trans. Stephen Mitchell (via slothnorentropy)

June 30th     1:20 pm

June 28th     10:18 pm

A nice definition of an awakened person: a person who no longer marches to the drums of society, a person who dances to the tune of the music that springs up from within. When you are ignored or disapproved of, you experience a loneliness so unbearable that you crawl back to people and beg for the comforting drug called support and encouragement’ reassurance.
To live with people in this state involves a never-ending tension. “Hell is other people”, said Sartre. How true. When you are in this state of dependency, you always have to be on your best behavior, you can never let your hair down; you’ve got to live up to expectations. To be with people is to live in tension. To be without them brings the agony of loneliness, because you miss them.

You have lost your capacity to see them exactly as they are and to respond to them accurately, because your perception of them is clouded by the need to get your drugs. You see them insofar as they are a support for getting your drug or a threat to have your drug removed. You’re always looking at people, consciously or unconsciously, through these eyes. Will I get what I want from them, will I not get what I want from them? And if they can neither support nor threaten my drug, I’m not interested in them. That’s a horrible thing to say, but I wonder if there’s anyone here of whom this cannot be said.

— Anthony De Mello (via lazylucid)

(Source: lazylucid, via aloh0mora)

June 5th     4:17 pm

June 5th     4:16 pm

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

— Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit (or How Toys Become Real)

June 5th     4:12 pm

Sarah Jones - The Rose Gardens, 2008