“I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like
the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are
beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a
mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek
just fits the depression in your shoulder.”- Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald
We used to sit so close. Now we can’t stand near each other.
Damn it love! Why won’t you leave me be? I don’t want no part in this fantasy. Love is just a weak emotion that makes me sick. I refuse to be a player in your game of tricks
I’ve spent the last few weeks thinking about all the people I’ve ever felt very connected to, people who I have loved and who have not loved me, and people who have loved me but who I cannot ever love. And it’s provided me with some ideas. I am slowly starting to understand that all these people have something to teach me. How to love and how to not love, how to be kind and how to be unkind. The last few weeks have made me think about who will stay and who will leave. The people I can call upon at 4am in the morning are the people who will stay with me. The people who teach me something new are the ones who will change me. The people who have never told me how they feel about me, I will never know. But I don’t think that I’ll ever stop learning about how to love a human being. I don’t think I want to stop learning that. After all, I’m still fairly amazed that I’m a sentient being with the ability to think and feel. And I’m also happy that I’ve learned to be savvy enough to keep surviving. At this rate, hopefully the most potent lesson I’ll teach myself is the way to properly love one person.
The time is going to come when you’ll realize that no amount of hot showers are going to get rid of the chill in your heart. And you’ve got to understand at that point that being lost is okay.
You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness.
You were born with wings.
You are not meant for crawling, so don’t.
You have wings.
Learn to use them and fly.” —Rumi (via empirestateofnoor)