The Scarlet Guy

A passionate lover of the arts and emotions. On the verge of discovering my passion in life, I think. portrait photographer @thescarletguy on insta

[missingvibrance]

one of the greatest tragedies in life is that you will always be loved more than you will ever know. someone in class finds your presence inviting and warm, even if you’ve only ever exchanged a few words with them—maybe none at all. someone on the street loves your smile and it gets them down the next few streets. someone you used to be friends with still wishes to fondly call your name. someone you used to be friends with five years ago would give anything to be in the same room as you today. someone who regularly comes into work is disappointed when you aren’t there to brighten their day. someone missed you today. someone noticed you were gone. someone loves you when you’re there; someone loves you when you’re nowhere to be found at all. you think you have always disappeared when you’re no longer in the picture, but you’ve never left the frame.

[bouncinghedgehoghasattitude]

[thehopefulquotes]

“But in that moment I understood what they say about nostalgia, that no matter if you’re thinking of something good or bad, it always leaves you a little emptier afterwards.”

— John Corey Whaley; Noggin

[lovelightwords]

[smokeinsilence]

have you ever noticed you pick up little habits and phrases from the people you love? it’s no wonder our hearts are so easily broken when people leave. we become a reflection of the people that we care about and those personality traits stick with us even if the people don’t

[viridianmasquerade]

I make my ramen the way a friend taught me in eleventh grade. Every fall, I listen to a playlist made for me by a boy I drove across a border to hook up with. I eat sushi because a girl who won’t talk to me anymore made me try it, and Indian food because my best friend’s parents ordered for me before I knew what I liked. There are movies I love because someone I loved loved them first. I am a mosaic of everyone I’ve ever loved, even for a heartbeat.

[3--2--1--gone]

And this goes in reverse too. I notice people I love who love me pick up some of my habits and I pick up theirs. It feels like they took a little part of me and cherished it, and I am forever grateful

[ryebreadgf]

300122, S.T.

[thoughtkick]

“I hope that one day someone will make flowers grow in even the saddest parts of you.”

— vacants

[thoughtkick]

“and at some point I thought to myself: ‘no person deserves this,’ and I realized that includes even me.”

— Unknown

[quotemadness]

“Stop giving people power to control your smile, your worth, and your attitude.”

— Mandy Hale

[poetry-siir]

“As for art, it is simply sensitive, and nothing can be sought outside of sensitivity and emotion, which are the reasons for art.”

— poetry-siir ©

[perfectquote]

“One of the most healing things you can do is recognize where in your life you are your own poison.”

— Steve Maraboli

[books-n-quotes]

“It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop” - Confucius

[loadingemotions-deactivated2021]

you only breath for me; you look so lonely

[thepersonalquotes]

[sunsetquotes]

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

— Emily Brontë

[smokeinsilence]

have you ever noticed you pick up little habits and phrases from the people you love? it’s no wonder our hearts are so easily broken when people leave. we become a reflection of the people that we care about and those personality traits stick with us even if the people don’t

[viridianmasquerade]

I make my ramen the way a friend taught me in eleventh grade. Every fall, I listen to a playlist made for me by a boy I drove across a border to hook up with. I eat sushi because a girl who won’t talk to me anymore made me try it, and Indian food because my best friend’s parents ordered for me before I knew what I liked. There are movies I love because someone I loved loved them first. I am a mosaic of everyone I’ve ever loved, even for a heartbeat.

[3--2--1--gone]

And this goes in reverse too. I notice people I love who love me pick up some of my habits and I pick up theirs. It feels like they took a little part of me and cherished it, and I am forever grateful

[londonfromparis]

“You pour your entire being into something and then you’re told to just pick up and move on. It didn’t seem fair. It never does. The worst part is that it never gets easier. But when it’s hard to move on, at least you know that you got to feel it all. You created memories. You were a part of something meaningful. You loved it and it loved you back. Eventually, you learn to take it as it is and let it go.”

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