I Want To Know You
This is so exquisitely beautiful. SO.
“…When someone inspires you to take a long hard look at yourself and question all of your bad habits, they’re someone worth keeping around. It’s all about finding that person who’s able to hold up a mirror to your life and cause you to reevaluate the noise. It’s all about wanting to be a better man.
I know you’ll surprise me. I know you’ll take a right turn when I’m convinced you’ll take a left. All of this may seem arbitrary (why does it even matter if you take a right instead of a left?) but it provides me with a giant sense of relief. Do you know what it feels like to go through life rarely being surprised? The person who you think is going to hurt you ends up leaving you alone at three in the morning. The person who will never understand your jokes or passions turns out to be a stranger forever. You sleep with them, go out to dinners, and even run away to a bed and breakfast on a long weekend, all in hopes that they’ll start to make sense to you one day. But they never do. They just get more and more foreign each day. Experiences don’t always breed intimacy. Sometimes they just make the distance more apparent…”
That moment when you read words and think, “Yes, this is my life. You get me.” (Taken with instagram)
We are the sky
Sometimes I feel as if I am a painted canvas with intricate designs, lines and curves and colors. It’s the kind of thing that makes you want to keep looking and looking, because people do. Maybe at times it seems too much and you have to look away for a second to let your mind rest, but then you look back because you can’t help it. If you look long enough you might learn things about yourself that you wish you didn’t know but are also are glad to know. There is a lot of negative space on this canvas. To be truthful, it is mostly negative space. And I want to fill the spaces, but then if I did it would change everything and nothing would ever be the same, and not in a good way. So I don’t fill the negative space, I just let them be empty and bare and missing, and I live in the tension of wanting something I can’t have.
Sometimes I wonder if thats why I can’t put my finger on what’s wrong with me, because maybe there is nothing to put my finger on, because it is just emptiness and negative space that can be felt but not felt. I wonder if the canvas is alive like I’m alive and the negative spaces move around and the colors change, and every time I look away and look back it is different, but it happens so slowly I don’t notice the changes. Like looking in the mirror every day we slowly grow old but we don’t see it because we look too often to notice. Maybe we should all look less, so when we do look, we can really see.
Today I realized this: the sky is so far away, so far up and up and up and unreachable, and yet it is right in front of our faces and all around us. We inhale the sky and exhale the sky and sneeze the sky and burp the sky and dance and fall and run in the sky. We live in the sky, and love in the sky, and yet we look up at the sky and we marvel at its expanse and distance in wonder. Sometimes I feel we all are the sky,but we can’t see this because we are too close, yet too far away, and we do not realize that it is all the same and we are all the same. So we walk around ignoring the depth and height and expanse in each other, especially the people we think we know. But then one day we might feel especially attentive and look at a friend or at a stranger and see the entire universe, which is really just the same sky after dark when it is easier to see the tiny lights which are really enormous balls of light. And for a moment we may realize that inside our friend the universe rests, but then we look away and we forget.
Maybe our entire life is just a series of realizing and forgetting and being the sky. Maybe falling in love is really just seeing the universe in someone’s eyes and looking in wonder at the beautiful expanse that fits into a single human body and reaching for it and longing for it when it is right is front of us and even in us. And when we forget, the love is gone and we suddenly feel the negative spaces in the universe and in ourselves.
Gluten-free banana flax muffins. Baking is good for the soul. :) (Taken with Instagram at old seminole heights)
How To Be Emotionally Stable Without Getting Bored
This is incredible. All the thoughts and feelings I could never verbalize in any kind of intelligent way recorded with eloquence.
Hear a demo of a song version here : http://youtu.be/_GVeQhJcAio
So awesome. I love when people use humor to refute bad arguments. Instead of yelling or getting angry, we have to laugh instead.
(Source: jamiewrites)
Um. So my day was “meh” but then I found this on my doorstep when I got home and now I probably wont sleep for the next 48hrs.
ROSI (on The Fault in Our Stars by John Green)
(I do this. Reading a book I have read is like glimpsing my journal sometimes. I lend to select few.)
On a related note, The Fault in Our Stars is being released today and it is taking all my powers of reason to prevent my setting up camp beside my mailbox to wait for my pre-ordered copy to arrive. I have never anticipated a book so much. But I love John Green’s work, so I’ll just own being a nerd because nerds are awesome.
