I believe in the best parts of you (just please don’t let me down)
Peter Solarz
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cherry valley forever
Cosimo Galluzzi
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
AnasAbdin
Jules of Nature

blake kathryn

titsay
Monterey Bay Aquarium
we're not kids anymore.
trying on a metaphor
noise dept.

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
i don't do bad sauce passes

#extradirty
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roma★
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@evocative-eloquence
I believe in the best parts of you (just please don’t let me down)
It’s been almost a year and honestly, that time — the heaviness of it, the unmovable nature of it, the moment that stretches from there to here — is breaking my heart all over again. I ran so hard and so fast from us. I never gave myself a chance to look back. But I’ve been looking. And I want you to know, in spite of it all, despite what’s happened and who we are and what we’ve moved on to be and do — I loved you. I have loved you and in so many ways, I always will. We grew up together, we can’t escape that and I don’t want to — I am a part of you, as you are me. What I want more than anything else now is your happiness, your growth and your absolute you-ness. Like I always have. There are a thousand things I want to say to you, but it wouldn’t be fair, to you or to me. So I’ll leave it with this: wherever you are, whatever you do: I love you (and while that love may shift and change in ways we could never envision) I wouldn’t change a moment. I’d take none of it back — even the worst of it. There has been no one, before or since, that comes close to you and I — I can admit that now, in this quiet space. I still can’t listen to Old Pine (or any Ben Howard, really) without thinking of you. Of camping. Of driving on that road near Lynmouth. Of you smiling back at me. That absolute certainty. There is no way back, I know that. The people we were died when I said goodbye. But know you are a part of me. Know I will always carry you. You made me who I am and even if I never see you again, I thank you for that. I am so thankful for that — I am just sorry it took me so long.
A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
Kurt Vonnegut (via quotemadness)
It’s why they love you and it’s also why they leave
“This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.”
— Jodi Picoult; Lone Wolf
There’s so much happening and changing and I’m growing and feeling and I can’t fucking keep up
(The stress may be the good kind but holy fuck is itexhausting)
I love the smell of summer storms (and the big dollops of rain that hit my cheeks)
Fuck - the inexpected
“I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.”
— Albert Camus, The Fall
Dear Catherine, I've been sitting here thinking about all the things I wanted to apologize to you for. All the pain we caused each other. Everything I put on you. Everything I needed you to be or needed you to say. I'm sorry for that. I'll always love you 'cause we grew up together and you helped make me who I am. I just wanted you to know there will be a piece of you in me always, and I'm grateful for that. Whatever someone you become, and wherever you are in the world, I'm sending you love. You're my friend to the end. Love, Theodore.
Her, 2013
I deeply desire a Victorian glass greenhouse with all kinds of flowers and herbs, air ferns hanging from all places, and a trickling water fountain to create an atmosphere of serenity.
“I want to raise up the magic world all round me and live strongly and quietly there.”
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. February 1934
“You don’t believe in anything.”
“I believe in you.”
I’m a Big Fan of watching people grow and become healthier and happier versions of themselves
“To tell someone not to be emotional is to tell them to be dead.”
— Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
6 Writing Tips From John Steinbeck
1. Abandon the idea that you are ever going to finish. Lose track of the 400 pages and write just one page for each day, it helps. Then when it gets finished, you are always surprised.
2. Write freely and as rapidly as possible and throw the whole thing on paper. Never correct or rewrite until the whole thing is down. Rewrite in process is usually found to be an excuse for not going on. It also interferes with flow and rhythm which can only come from a kind of unconscious association with the material.
3. Forget your generalized audience. In the first place, the nameless, faceless audience will scare you to death and in the second place, unlike the theater, it doesn’t exist. In writing, your audience is one single reader. I have found that sometimes it helps to pick out one person—a real person you know, or an imagined person and write to that one.
4. If a scene or a section gets the better of you and you still think you want it—bypass it and go on. When you have finished the whole you can come back to it and then you may find that the reason it gave trouble is because it didn’t belong there.
5. Beware of a scene that becomes too dear to you, dearer than the rest. It will usually be found that it is out of drawing.
6. If you are using dialogue—say it aloud as you write it. Only then will it have the sound of speech.