Get open, like the ocean
-Celine Dion
“ It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig. Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me. When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic. No rhetoric, no tremolos, no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell. And of course, no theology, no metaphysics. Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light. So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly my darling, on tiptoes and no luggage, not even a sponge bag, completely unencumbered.
Aldous Huxley, Island (via peasandqueues)
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All U of A So Cal bros. Ever.
John Green's tumblr: Time Coughs When You Would Kiss...
On the incorrectness of forever… As I Walked Out One Evening by W. H. Auden
As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.
And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
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Behind Photographs – The most famous photographs presented by their photographers by Tim Mantoani
Just cried my way through the last 5 chapters of “The Fault in Our Stars”
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We’re best friends because you get it. I’m not sure what that means (it’s all so vague), but whatever it is, you have it. I don’t need to explain everything to you or wonder if you’ll get the joke. You’ve already got it and are on the way to the next one. Thanks, babe! You really make socializing a lot easier for me.
We’re best friends because you love me even when I’m terrible. It’s easy to love someone when they’re doing well, it’s easy when there’s nothing but happiness and good vibes. The real challenge comes when everything is crap. You’re not a fun person to be around, people are screen your number, and you’re a damn social pariah, but you don’t care. Even at my most Carrie Bradshaw, you’re still down to get brunch with me and talk about dicks.
You’re my best friend because I can take you anywhere and you’ll adapt. Whether it’s the chicest party or some insufferable family gathering, you’ll deal with it like a champ. I don’t have to worry about leaving you alone or keeping you entertained. You go do your thing, I’ll do mine. Let’s meet back at the bar in an hour.
We’re best friends because you never make me uncomfortable. I think about most of our friends and realize that they have made me feel weird at some point in our friendship. Whether it’s from an awkward silence or off-color remark, I’ve felt unsure about them. Not you though. I always know that you make sense and this makes sense.
We’re best friends because we can go long stretches of time without talking and it won’t damage our relationship. We always pick up where we left off. Surface changes mean nothing to us. You could become a vegan who goes by Moonshadow and attends Burning Man, I would still feel closer to you than anyone else. We don’t need common interests in order to connect. We don’t need a mutual love of music or sports or whatever to keep us together.
We’re best friends because you don’t get jealous or resentful when I get into a relationship or land an amazing job. I mean, maybe you do and that’s fine. The important this is that you keep it to yourself like a best friend should.
You’re my best friend because you’re not afraid to call me out on my crap or disagree with me. I can’t get away with anything when I’m with you. You tell me things that I need to hear but everyone else is too afraid to tell me. Your honesty is so damn refreshing albeit a bitter pill to swallow sometimes.
We’re best friends because you make me feel less alone in this psycho, flaky world. It’s amazing how often you can feel disconnected from people. It’s amazing how many people can betray you, or fail to understand the words that are coming out of your mouth. When I see you, it’s a burst of reassurance that I’m not the only one that looks at the world this way, that there’s someone else. And that someone is you.
via Thought Catalog.
