Nothing important, or meaningful, or beautiful, or interesting, or great ever came out of imitations. The thing that is really hard and really amazing is to give up on being perfect and beginning the work of becoming yourself.
And I miss your face like hell, but I guess it’s just as well. Oh but I miss your face like hell.
The head and the heart. Rivers and roads
Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. And intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.
She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.
That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
Cliched Quotes That Make No Sense
You know that quote..”If you live to be 100 then i want to live to be 100 minus 1 day, so i never have to live a day without you.” That only makes sense if you share the same birthday with your loved one. Otherwise, they may turn 100 in March and you turn 100 in September. You would still have to live multiple months without them even if you lived to be 100 (minus 1 day). It makes no sense. People should think about what they’re saying before they say it, repeat it, reblog it, or make art with it. Just saying.
The Moon
I always run into so many beautiful pictures of the moon on tumblr, and it’s amazing to me to think about the fact that it’s the same moon in every picture. I understand that is a very obvious statement but to think of all of the different people looking at the same moon every night, all over the world, it’s just so intriguing to me. When you look at the pictures of the moon, the darker spots are always in different places, because the photographer is, of course, a different person and in a different location. Yet, the intriguing part is that each and every one of them had to stop for a moment in awe of the beauty of the moon and with that brief moment of awe and amazement we find unity with one another. We may all come from different places, with different backgrounds, and cultures, and traditions, but no one can deny the beauty of the moon in the night sky.
“In the morning we make love again. This time she takes my hand and guides my fingers, moving them against her flesh. At first I don’t understand, but when she trembles and rises to my touch I realize what she’s showing me and want to cry with joy at the knowledge of it. Afterward, she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I want. I lie motionless, savoring the feeling of her body against mine. I’m afraid to breathe in case I break the spell.”




