The light glowed past the volumes of thick air. Your noise rang in my ears all night long, your eyes piercing my thoughts through the miles. The world melted on my end as it burned on yours. Maybe I’m loosing too much sleep but I just wanted to sink my nails in you.
Last night I did yoga by candle light.
It snowed on Saturday. We got 16 inches. That is so absurd. Thank goodness it’s sunny out and the earth is still warm enough to make it melt and disappear.
My 27 year old sister is shoveling her deck dressed up as a crocodile. She is brilliant.
Just put all of your hopes in my pocket, boy. I promise I’ll keep them warm.
So on my way to class today, I stopped to filled my car with gasoline. Like usual, I went to the gas station that is right down the street from my house and on the way to the college. I pulled in, spoke to the gas attendant and proceeded to flip through the stations on the radio, as usual. After he handed back my debit card he looked at me and said “Ya know, I hope it isn’t weird me...
now, every trap door, every pore of my heart is open because of you – because of...– Andrea Gibson, I do
I will never understand those who put all of their hopes into thoughts of the past.
The years we saved have given us the months, the weeks, the hours, the minutes and the seconds that we have now.
My math class tonight was just cancelled. Today is already wonderful.
I pulled petals from the roses at my doorstep. He loves me, he loves me not; he loves me. It all fell together in an instant.
There was something in the way his voice rang her name over the telephone wires, that made her lose sleep. In the twenty-two years containing days filled with hours that were consumed by moments that gathered words and glances, these were the moments that felt the richest.
Today looked like how you felt in my arms. And I was never one for rain.
I love having those moments that verify that you’ve made the right choices. The “ah-ha” moments.
So, I’m sitting in a cafe on campus today with my friend Mariella. We’re talking and catching up on all sorts of things. A guy walks up to the table, hands me a folded up piece of paper and goes, “Read this. I hope you have a nice day.” And me, being one of the most awkward females to walk on the New Jersey soil just smiled and said thank you with the stupidest look on my...
When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They...– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
chlobola: you only hold onto people because they feel good in your arms
T: I feel like I seem so interesting from far away.
R: But you're interesting up close too.
Being able to make a beautiful cake does not make up for your ugly personality.
The past is the past for a beautiful array of reasons. If you get stuck in it, life will move by so quickly without you. And then you’ll be looking into the future seeing what could have stood before you but you let pass by. Please, don’t allow this to happen to you.
I will never understand partial love. Give it all or don’t give any at all.
In reference to talking about his father passing away, my sociology teacher said, “He gave 101 years.” This immediately caught my attention. He didn’t say he lived 101 years, he said he gave 101 years. Something about it just seemed so selfless and kind.
There is nothing more valuable than having someone in your life that reminds you of who you are.
The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own.– “Let the Great World Spin” by Colum McCann
For six years I held you close in some respect, never realizing how close I’d eventually hold you.
Sending some autumn to a place with only summer.
If I were to be able to see who and where I’d be in five years, I think I would be smiling, I would be happy and maybe I would be sitting next to you.
I see your face in the shapes of the leaves, dispersed onto the steps in front of my house. It has been one day for three autumns; twenty-four hours to one thousand and ninety five days. The bittersweet cool air swarms around my thoughts of you; the winter. The cold turns into new beginnings, beginnings of a you and an I, which has become an us as quickly as the spring turns into summer. Every...
Making my skin crawl in all the good ways.
Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn’t have to invent a thing.– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Someday someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anybody else.
Strangers; better as. Our feet will walk the same paths. We’re better as. Our hands will graze the same doorknobs. And I will like us better as strangers, completely grey to the other. My eyes have never felt so far from yours and they have never felt so filled with hope. We’re better as; we probably always were.
Everyone has at least one secret that would break your heart.
Wrapped up in the moments we have from miles and the moments we’ll have face to face.
Brightened Days by Save Our Ship
I find comfort in us. In knowing that we are different from many couples. We don’t bask in the “romance” of the situation. There is more than that to us.
Shedding the people and situations I don’t need in my life. There is only room for good, genuine people.
I want to do so much. I want to make a blanket fort and bake cookies. I want to nap. I normally hate napping but if it’s with you, I’m pretty sure I’d love it. I want to listen to your favorite music and then share my favorite music with you. As silly as it is, I want to have a ton of pictures; even those stupid ones of us making dumb faces. I want us to be silly. We’re not...
They collected the world in small handfuls.– Nicole Krauss, The History of Love