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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Things don’t need to last forever to be perfect.
Daydream Nation
A brother’s bond never takes a break.
Family.
its always a long story and its always worth it, isn’t it?
Tumblr BF (via idonteatpurplethings)
Wait, wait and wait some more. When you finally have that perfect couple moment you and her won’t even realize it, but that does not mean it did not happen. I love to capture these moments, which is hard without seeming like a total creeper.
The tangled dog in your legs, the spilled coffee, the angry boy friend, the huff & the puff from her, but when they jump into the cab and scold the cute pup they hold hands. In unison, in conflict, in endured happiness we find that conflict & change sparks a dispensable moment of beauty and wholesome permanence.
There is not one love for one heart, there are many to help piece together a version of your own beat to your dynamic heart.
Love.
Open your eyes to summer.
Don’t let anyone in who wants to take your air, only the ones who let you breathe easy
It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.
André Gide
Unless you make yourself happy, you are never going to find someone to be happy with.
Life
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
David Herbert Lawrence
I remember the days sitting in the quad, under the sun and the cherry blossoms. My alma mater, Bucknell was 168 long miles from the love of life at the time in New York City. Days like this made it seem as though time had no respect for love or emotions. Petals fell off her tiny nose, and tears made it stick to her cheeks. I can still remember the smell of fresh cut grass and her perfume mixed in the air.
Spring skipped most of us this year, but my memories of spring from years ago
still haunt me with each floral scent.
Walk away.
I think, that to keep [love] alive though, you can’t spend every day together. It wears out the magic, Love means nothing to me if it’s not fortified with fierce, painful longing, brief explosive instances of furious passion and intimacy and then a sad parting for a time. In that way, you can give your life to it and still have a life of your own. Passion builds over time like steam.
Let it rage until it’s exhausted and then leave it alone to let it build up again.
Why not let the days before you see her be excruciating and ferment in your mind so on the day you go to the airport to pick her up, you’re nearly sick with anticipation? And then when desire shows the first sign of contentment, throw it back it its cage and let it slowly build itself back into a state of starved fury.
Then when you are together, it all matters. So that when you look into her eyes, you lose your balance, so that when she touches you, it feels like you have never been touched before. When she says your name, you think it was she who named you. When she has gone, you bury your face in the pillow to smell her hair and you lie awake at night remembering your face in her neck, her breathing and the amazing smell of her skin. Your eyes go wet because you want her so bad and miss her so much.
Now that is worth the miles and the time. That matches the inferno of life. Otherwise you poison each other with your presence day after day as you drag each other through the inevitable mundane aspects of your lives.
Henry Rollins
To love yourself as you are is a miracle, and to seek yourself is to have found yourself, for now. And now is all we have, and love is who we are.
Anne Lamott
