Austin

Photographer•Writer•Observer 22 Trying to lose myself Instagram:@austinngail

[apathetic-ly]

I fell in love with you when I was young.

I was 23 and I’m 25 now. I don’t mean to imply that 23 is young love because there was something more than sophisticated about the way we loved each other. 

I mean young in the way that I wasn’t sure where I was going and the way we loved each other was based on my ability to walk to you or you to me. I wish we fell in love with the way things were rather than what we expected them to be. 

If I'm being honest, I can’t say my heart wasn’t ready for a love like ours, when in fact my heart was knocking on my mind most days asking if we were really going to do this again and we were.

You were too sweet to me, our misery was honey on the tip of my tongue. I tried telling you that night that I didn’t want to be alive but not die completely just alive in this moment with you because I knew, my heart knew, that you we’re never going to be it for me. How could you be? It was young love. 

[theepitomeofquiet]

[themotivationjournals]

“Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.”

— Andrew Boyd, Daily Afflictions: The Agony of Being Connected to Everything in the Universe

[tellherium]

“The first time we were naked I was the only one truly bare. You shield yourself so well that even without clothes no one can get close. Writhing on white sheets means nothing to you because you wear your own - you are a purposeful ghost made from your mother’s linen, seeing through misshapen eye holes cut like a last minute Halloween costume. The next time we were naked, I stripped you down twice. Thought I was clever, removing your bed sheet armor. But when the light hit your face and both your sheets were on the floor, I didn’t see the face of a man, but a childish boy. You have never been the hero you let me believe in, your fairy tale stories have never been more than fables. The costume you wear isn’t thin because you wanted me to see past it, but because you have nothing of substance to offer the world. Boy, you may grow, but you will never be the man I thought you were.”

— Mt // anon prompt

[rachelemartignoniportfolio]

[catastrophekat-deactivated20201]

“My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.”

— E. Y. Harburg (via themindmovement)

[disreflection]

[humanpiles]

[iambrillyant]

“someone else’s painful narrative is not an excuse for your mistreatment. your soul is not a punching bag. you were not meant to take hits to absorb people’s blows just so they can get stronger or just so they can cope. your purpose runs deeper than just being someones safe haven.”

— iambrillyant

[purplebuddhaproject]

“I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[jericosilvers]

[priveting]

Photographer: fleur Shanghai Botanical Garden, China ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ. ♥

[oaktreegirl-blog]

[hplyrikz]

Clear your mind here

[traitspourtraits]

[catarinehancock]

instagram: @evanescent.love

[silent-butt-gay-deactivated2017]

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

““You should believe in love,” she told me as I took a sip of my tea, “you should have faith in it no matter how bad people may be.” “That’s where you got it wrong,” I began, “because I really do believe in love.” “I just don’t believe in you anymore.””

— Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #213 // “You broke my trust”