“Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.” ― Shel Silverstein
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Day/Page/Sketch #262
I’ve always tended to believe that opposites don’t attract: there is no compatibility, differences cause problems, you’ll end up making constant compromises, it takes too much effort.
Day/Page/Sketch #261
Day/Page/Sketch #260
I remember the day I came out to my family as gay. I was completely terrified as I didn’t know how their shock would manifest. As it turned out, there was no shock, there was no secret.
Day/Page/Sketch #259
How about those moments when we want things to go away, to not happen, when we are in the wrong place at the wrong time. Is everything really meant to be?
Day/Page/Sketch #258
When I was a kid I was terrified of bullies. They seemed like these evil creatures thirsty to get fixated on someone and cause insufferable pain. Nothing has changed, but now I can walk away and be done with them.
Day/Page/Sketch #257
The person who upholds a position of power and trust is always the wrong person.
Day/Page/Sketch #256
“Love, we say, is life; but love without hope and faith is agonizing death.” ~ Elbert Hubbard.
Day/Page/Sketch #255
I practice teetotalism, therefore I am what is called a teetotaler. Well, I really don’t practice it as in a doctrine. It just happens to be this way.–
Day/Page/Sketch #254
8:40 AM: The Havisham Hour. Day/Page/Sketch #254 of 513 from Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations –You will never see HRH Elizabeth II drinking or eating in public. In fact, just as Estella, you would never see her eating or drinking. Period.–Visit http://www.HavishamHour.com to order fine prints, listen to previous podcasts, and to learn more about this project. ©2013 Julio Panisello.
Day/Page/Sketch #253
When I was a little kid I was into embroidery and cross-stitch, and also macrame. I thank my mom for letting me do all those things.
Day/Page/Sketch #252
I remember writing lines as punishment when I went to elementary Catholic school. Lots of them, for different puerile reasons. I only remember they were a waste of time.
Day/Page/Sketch #251
Time drains the colors from the best of dreams. The world becomes grayer. Decline knocks us down. Everything fades. Everything goes. Everything dies.
Day/Page/Sketch #250
Is the heart just a pump? Or could it be more?
Day/Page/Sketch #249
“Decline is also a form of voluptuousness, just like growth. Autumn is just as sensual as springtime. There is as much greatness in dying as in procreation.” ~ Iwan Goll
