I am amazed

"At the next song switch, I hang back. I want to see this as well as be a part of it. I want to remember it for what it is. I am amazed by the love I feel for so many people. I am amazed at the randomness, the comedy and the faith that brings us all together and makes us hold on. I open myself wide to take it all in. The scene plays out like a rhapsody."

―Boy Meets Boy; David Levithan

reblog

“You’ll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. You will need other people and you will need to be that other person to someone else, a living breathing screaming invitation to believe better things.”

 
―Jamie Tworkowski

let's be still

(untitled, breathing)

But I am feeling a kind of warmth, starry breathing, cold rings of thought.

when I travel

"But as always when I travel, there is a palpable excitement to get home. Just a short plane ride away is my New York, my girlfriend, my dictionary, and all the other things, small and large, that make life so enjoyable. Some of them alphabetised."

—Reading the Oxford English Dictionary; Ammon Shea

keepsake

"keepsake (n.) The fake feather that you found, now in my wallet; incomplete creature, completed by memory."

—The Lover's Dictionary (Unabridged); David Levithan

every single morning

"Every single morning is beautiful. Chipped china, fresh juice, the hum of blankets, intricate hugs. Late trains, the riptide of graffiti, against mesmerising sky, mushrooms through bitumen, engraved glass. The toothache, the too soon, the thoughts about tomorrow. A warm song, the whole world shot in reverse. The birds, all of the birds, the leather boots. The words and the arrival, every drop of love. The single firecracker of this moment, before. Every single morning is beautiful."

—Ian William L.

a beautiful mess

"She is delightfully chaotic; a beautiful mess. Loving her is a splendid adventure."

—Steve Maraboli

mercilessly

"Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly."

—Anne Rice

the margin

"There are books in which the footnotes or comments scrawled by some reader's hand in the margin are more interesting than the text. The world is one of these books."

—George Santayana

the unrepeatables

"You are unrepeatable. There is a magic about you that is all your own."

—D.M. Dellinger

both pursuit

"If it's both terrifying and amazing then you should definitely pursue it."

—Erada Khanmamedova

the chaos of stars

"I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny. But I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you—in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you."

—The Chaos of Stars; Kiersten White

the seed, the soil

“I like to write. I like to choose the right word, I like to write the right sentence. It’s just like gardening or something. You put the seed into the soil at the right time, in the right place.”

—The Guardian; Haruki Murakami

of literature

"When I look back, I am so impressed again with the life-giving power of literature. If I were a young person today, trying to gain a sense of myself in the world, I would do that again by reading, just as I did when I was young."

—Maya Angelou

you are the universe

“Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.”

—Rumi

the gift of you

"When you start to crack open, don't waste a moment gathering your old self up into something like you knew before. Let your new self splash like sunlight into every dark place and laugh and cry and make sounds you never made and thank all that is holy for the gift because now you have no choice but to let all your love spill out into the world."

—The Gift Of You; Brian Andreas

the typewriter even now

"On that piece of white paper Sam wrote, 'Write about me sometime.' And I typed something back to her, standing right there in her bedroom. I just typed, 'I will.'"

—The Perks Of Being A Wallflower; Stephen Chbosky

luce

"When we finished high school, Luce, we knew less than a hummingbirds-wings' amount of anything. We knew less than nothing about nothing. We slow-danced, felt all moon and magnolia, all hip on hip and hot on skin. But we were kids who ate the tinned soup our parents simmered, who spent our summers just—just—just hanging out. I can't count the things we didn't know. Things about working—about the persistence of working—the way it never stops. About really being alone out there. About how you can pack up and leave. Or come back. About what it mans to be poor, Luce. Or, as well, what it's like having money—what it's like to order drinks and appetizers and desserts and just do it.  Lucy, we didn't know. We knew cricket-wing, moth-wing, less than paper. We knew zero. So how the fuck, Luce, did we find each other? That's what I want to know. Luce, I love you and that's what I want to know."

—Sean Michaels; Said the Gramophone

the only moment we knew (redux)

"Live loudly, through all fault and favour."

—Ian William L.