I was thinking... why is it that we say we want "TO LOVE", but want to "BE LOVED" ? What we want is in the present but what we want to receive is already in the past... It's like setting yourself for failure...
-C.
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I was thinking... why is it that we say we want "TO LOVE", but want to "BE LOVED" ? What we want is in the present but what we want to receive is already in the past... It's like setting yourself for failure...
-C.
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How can I be without you? You my friend, whom I know so well And yet so little... How can I be without you? When my very self was forged within the walls of your mountains. Carved, soul and bones by your hands. You my old transcendent habit Picked up sometime long ago which alas became everything. A routine. A necessity. A survival. How can I be without you? The precision of gestures learned and practiced, Time and time again without boredom. Crafting with the certainty of change. A stroke, a swift movement, a myriad of lines. Always chasing Beauty, Perfection. Chasing a glimpse of Gods and Goddesses. How can I be without you? When within your walls, Within the soft, tangible boundaries of endless possibilities You've brought me comfort, joy and safety. How can I ever be without you? For you are all that was given to me, My dear and beloved Art.
-C
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Next month Tom and I are heading to CAP VERDE!! I am absolutely thrilled and cannot wait for it! I’m finally going to discover the land of my parents and grandparents and very much so the country and culture I identify with! Let the count down begins!
I loved you young. I loved you old. I loved you with all my aching bones, Like some old, lost forgotten songs.
-C.
1. There will be some days when you close your eyes while crossing the street, maybe because you want to see what fate has in store for you, or maybe because your depression is running rampant again and you don’t know how to calm her. It’s okay. I will still love you. 2. There will be a year, or a series of years when your birthday doesn’t feel special. Celebrate anyway. Because people spent time baking you a cake and buying you cards and even if they’re your family and they’re obligated to, they still love you. Cherish that love. Revel in it. It is the best gift you will ever receive. 3. You will learn that the saddest word in the English language is stay. Whether it’s your mother’s voice whispering it before you leave for college, or your ex-lover’s desperate screams as you walk out of the house, it will always be a hard word to hear. Sometimes you should listen to it, other times you shouldn’t. Trust yourself. Go with your gut. 4. Along with hearing the word stay, you will also hear the word why from every person who is remotely related to you. Why did you get that tattoo? Why did you try to kill yourself? Why aren’t you married yet? You don’t have to answer them. Be selfish. Keep somethings to yourself. 5. Some nights you won’t be able to sleep. You will lie awake at 2 am and contemplate existentialism and wonder if the French had a point. Get up. Get out of your bed. Do something. Because even if there is no God, what you do matters, who you are matters. You matter to me. 6. Some days you will want to run away and never return. So go. Drive to a small town in the Northwest, maybe Oregon, and settle down there for a while. Tell people your name is Elizabeth, because you loved Jane Austen as a child and because this a town full of strangers and who’s to know the difference? Don’t be selfish. Call your mother each night and remind her that you love her. Come back home when you find yourself seeing your sadness painted in the shadows, and when you feel more at home in the arms of a stranger than on your own. 7. There will be several nights when you lose yourself in the medicine cabinet, because liquor and morphine seem like a faster cure than time. It’s okay. I will still love you in the morning. 8. One day, in the midst of work, you will learn to forgive. It will start out with a simple reminder of the past, maybe a facebook notification from an old schoolmate or a wedding announcement from an ex-lover. In that moment you will learn that yearning for the past isn’t romantic, it’s stupid, and that if Gatsby had just let go of the green light he would’ve lived. So forgive your past, it didn’t know any better, and move on. 9. Leaving home will hurt, but soon you will learn that home isn’t a place but a feeling, and that there is a compass on your heart that points directly to that feeling. Follow that compass. Don’t get sidetracked by boys who don’t care or alcohol that doesn’t forgive. If you follow that compass, no matter how lost you get, you will always have a home. 10. The hardest lesson you will ever learn will be to love yourself. But you can do it. There will always be days when you hate yourself, days when you wish you had never been born. But darling you are beautiful, and if Shakespeare had met you you would’ve inspired his 18th sonnet, and if Monet had known you he would’ve given up painting water lilies and chosen to paint you instead. I know it’s hard to love yourself, but sometimes it’s okay to be a little selfish with your love. 11. When you begin to feel worthless, remember that the stars died for you. You are made of elements that are thousands of years old, elements that make up every atom of your being. When you want to cut your wrists, remember that the souls of stars live in your veins. Don’t kill them. Don’t be selfish. 12. Some days will be beautiful. Live for those days. Live for the days when the sun shines on your soul and the smile on your face isn’t forced. Live for the days when you don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks because your scars are a part of your story and you don’t need someone else’s approval to wear them with pride. Live for the life you always wanted but were too scared to pursue. Live for you. Live for me. Live for every person who has ever loved you, for the people who have come before you so that you may be here today. Live for the fire that burns in your soul, that tells you: keep going, you’re almost there, just a little farther. Because when Rome burned down the emperor didn’t run away, he stayed and he sang for his people. Stay. Sing for your people. Sing for us. Are you listening? Because this is your life, singing a siren song to capture your attention and steer away from the rocks, to guide you back home.
The Twelve-Step Program for Life, by M.K. (via her0inchic)
To Love is to plague one another. Wether it be for better or worse, Love is a sublime disease.
-C.
I spent the entire week in my room working. It was great to get out today, and enjoy a walk in the park in Hampstead Heath. Nothing better to reconnect with yourself. Nature offers the most soothing and comforting kind of pleasures.
If we don’t deal with our trauma, our trauma begins to deal with us. If we don’t allow ourselves to feel our feelings, they have a habit of peeking around the corners of our lives, breaking in at the most inopportune moments.
Sarah Bessey, The Sanitized Stories We Tell (via pureblyss)
And here we were. Our faces torned by love. Our bodies wide open with lust. One by one reduced to ashes. For you were made of dust, And to dust you will return. Unbeknown to us We were made out of Stars. Somewhere beyond Venus and Mars.
-C.
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Sexism is the idea that women want everything while men take anything.
-C.
Just like the sea we come and go. We grow and change To give and take And hug the shores to and fro. We find peace under the willow trees And water our fears with sorrow tears. Bidding farewell to love and youth, We grow and change. I thought you knew.
-C.
Inside a little house, Filled with love and delight, She lays around with just a blouse, Gazing into your eyes by the firelight. You can be her little house, Filled with songs of hearth and sea. Dancing around, teasing with her blouse, Drunk on lovers kiss and dizzy as a bee.
-C.