“It’s the worst feeling in the world to love and hate someone at the same time. And it’s hard to watch things change, when all you want is for them to stay the same. It’s crazy when you want to let go, but you keep holding on, and you want to move on, but you’re stuck right where you started. When feeling’s come and go and you can’t decide what you want. When you have so many things to say, but you don’t know where to start. When you want them in your life so bad, but all you can do is push them further and further away. It’s so hard to think back to how things used to be, and look at it now and realize that things are different and they may never be the same again. You tell yourself it’s not worth it, but if it really didn’t matter, you wouldn’t spend so much time thinking about it.”
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June 2010
We are made of love, and all the beauty stemming from it; we are made of love, and every fracture caused by the lack of it.
[Sleeping at Last, “Needle & Thread”]
“Memory is fiction. We select the brightest and the darkest, ignoring what we are ashamed of, and so embroider the broad tapestry of our lives. Through photography and the written word I try desperately to conquer the transitory nature of my existence, to trap moments before they evanescence, to untangle the confusion of my past. Every instant disappears in a breath and immediately becomes the past; reality is ephemeral and changing, pure longing. With these photographs and these pages I keep memories alive; they are my grasp on a truth that is fleeting, but truth nonetheless; they prove that these events happened and that these people passed through my destiny.”
—Epilogue to Isabel Allende’s Portrait in Sepia
“You know what’s wrong with you, You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”
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“Sometimes it’s easy to feel like you’re the only one in the world who’s struggling, who’s frustrated, or unsatisfied at barely getting by. But, that feeling is a lie and if you just hold on; just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find the way and make it all okay. Because we all need a little help sometimes, someone to help us hear the music in the world. To remind us that it won’t always be this way. That someone is out there, and that someone will find you.”
—Lucas Scott
Before you walk out of my life; tell me... who helped you up when you were falling apart? Who was the one you chilled with for so long that the memories seem to all blend together? Whose shoulder did you cry on? Who are most of your inside jokes with? Yeah, that's right; ME. But if you really want to throw all this away, then be my guest.
(via 365thoughts)
