Today, it was my first time in the snow. I also had vanilla ice cream with warm bacon topped with brown sugar. What a great day.
And 14 more days until I am home again. :)
Posted December 4, 2009 at 9:16pm
Isn’t it funny how you can think you’re completely over someone, but if you drive past his house, stumble upon a meaningful song you both shared, or even get a glance of him on the street… just in an instant, it can change all that. And you start to remember the pain. And that hollow space is feeling more and more like the Grand Canyon with every second that goes by. But you bury these feelings deep down, so deep that you’re sure no one will be able to tell. To the outside world, you smile and act like nothing is wrong or ever will be. Everything’s just perfect. For that split second that you’ve locked eyes, a tiny whisper, say “make this last forever, only and just moment forever and ever.” But after a second or so, you go along your own merry way, all the while home realizing how much you do miss him, how much you still love him… and it sticks with you for days, weeks, maybe months, until fate decides to hand you another one of those unexpected moments. And then you finally understand the worst feeling in the world is when the person you love the most is standing right next to you, yet you can never have them. Try as you may, you can’t make someone love you.
— (via eletheowl)
We eat light, drink it in through our skins. With a little more exposure to light, you feel part of things physically. I like feeling the power of light and space physically because then you can order it materially. Seeing is a very sensuous act—there’s a sweet deliciousness to feeling yourself see something.
-James Turrell
Come here and kiss me
Let my hair stand from static
And my knees quiver
Let my hair stand from static
And my knees quiver
— Love Haiku by Riley (via ohriley) (via minaxbina) (via caylamarie) (via yearsofsecrets) (via asillylovesong)
Love isn’t about the romantic nights or gifts. It isn’t about fireworks going off around you when you have that first real kiss. Love isn’t about kissing in the rain and dancing beneath the stars. It isn’t about the big moments or the big surprises. Love is not a fairytale. Love is about still having the butterflies after years. It’s about the second looks and laying in bed wide awake, all night, because you can’t go to sleep mad at each other. It’s about being willing to sacrifice, literally, everything for someone, just because you care so deeply for them. It’s not about buying them gifts, but it’s about leaving them little presents here and there, just to remind them that you are constantly thinking about them. Love is about all of the little things, that add up to really big things. Love is rare and special, but should not be treated as if it will break. Love needs to be thrown around and beat up a little bit, worn in, but not worn down. Love needs to be a comfortable feeling, a place to go when no one else in the world can relate. A safe place, where you know that no matter how ugly you look or how angry you are, you will still be loved.
Will you look back on life and say, “I wish I had,” or “I’m glad I did”?
— Zig Ziglar (via littlemiss)
