Notes on a journey

Here’s what our parents never taught us:
You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.
You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.
A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals
rubbing against your mouth.
You will not tell anyone that you liked it.
It’s okay.
It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust.
You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.
All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.
You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.
One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin.
Molt.
Don’t be afraid.
Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.
You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass will break through often.
But it’s okay. I promise.
Remember,
a stranger once told you that the breeze
here is something worth writing poems about.

— ‘Here’s what our parents never taught us’, Shinji Moon (via carpetaway)


Here’s what our parents never taught us:
You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.
You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.
A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals
rubbing against your mouth.
You will not tell anyone that you liked it.
It’s okay.
It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust.
You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.
All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.
You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.
One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin.
Molt.
Don’t be afraid.
Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.
You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass will break through often.
But it’s okay. I promise.
Remember,
a stranger once told you that the breeze
here is something worth writing poems about.

— ‘Here’s what our parents never taught us’, Shinji Moon (via carpetaway)


You have clipped wings and scars from when people told you that you were too young and too human and too weak to scale the troposphere with your eyes closed, but you were born from the earth and you were born from a wave of your mothers love and you will end up somewhere in a horizon between the two.

— Shinji Moon, Here Is What I Wish They Said (via infinite-garden)


dynamicafrica:

Cape Town’s version of Pharrell Williams’ ‘Happy’ is here!

I think it’s safe to say that Pharrell Williams’ jovial anthem is quite possibly the most globally infectious song of the decade.

Thanks to social media, people in cities all over the world have been creating and uploading videos of themselves dancing joyously to his Despicable Me 2 theme song. Africans are no exception. Cities like Cotonou, Tunis, Yaounde and Libreville have all participated in this trend.

Now, it’s Cape Town’s turn and as a dweller of the Mother City for the past three years, I absolutely love this video. The creators touched down in multiple areas of the city and its outskirts (not just the city bowl, thankfully) and the cast are an incredibly diverse array of individuals - a pretty darn good reflection of the city.

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