Growing up as a kid, it was a common joke in our family to call me out for being "in La La Land." It hurt a lot, most of the time, and has been something I've held on to for years.
Today, i'm letting it go.
The truth is, more often than not I DO live in my own little world, and over the last few weeks I have realized this is a blessing, not the curse that I was ashamed of. "La La Land" is the source of most of my creativity, my worthwhile thoughts, everything I write, and quite honestly it is the heart of me. It is the part of me that stubbornly insists on loving and living like a child. I love it, my God loves it, and the few that truly know me well love it. So, here's to being honest, and to living in our own little, better worlds.
Some of us are becoming the men we wanted to marry. Gloria Steinem
today,
i want to be content
with only
the simple things.
"i remember my heart beating 50 miles an hour and wondering how i could sit there in his arms and feel so comfortable, like my heart wasn't completely broken inside of me and my life hadn't fallen around me months before.
(...)
though, that didnt stop us, we spent at least three hours every day texting eachother after that, and not the cute best friend things we use to say but cute i miss you i love yous your amazing sort of things that we loved.
(...)
we are in love, i am sure of it, he's told me he's in love with me every day since the first time he said it. he told me he'd remind me every day for the rest of our lives.
(...)
i promise i'll never hurt him.
(...)
i'm 17 and in love."
"You are well! You think of me! You will always love me. I believe you: now I am happy. I live again. How impatiently I waited for your letter! I am sure my hands trembled when opening it. My countenance changed; my voice altered. I was just at that moment about to send you a letter expressing my great uneasiness. While you are amusing yourself, you forget how much my heart suffers...
Adieu, my dearest love. My affection for you is ardent and sincere. I would love you even more than I do, if I knew how."
- written to Sophie Volland, Au Grandval, Oct 20, 1759 by Denis Diderot
i've been playing around with a new flavor in photography.
i've heard some positive, and some "i liked the old better." regardless, what i shoot, paint & write is a direct reflection of my daily life - and yes, this fluctuates greatly. so, this is where i am right now. but that being said, i want to know if this "pretty little things" kick i'm on is worth pursuing, and if i should keep it up. do you enjoy it?
It's easy to believe in magic when you're young. Anything you couldn't explain was magic then. It didn't matter if it was science or a fairy tale. Electricity and elves were both infinitely mysterious and equally possible - elves probably more so.
[ charles de lint ]
yes, i took this photo. you can see the rest of the series here.
Women speak two languages.
One of which is verbal.
~ William Shakespeare
i want to squint my eyes til all that can i see
are the blinding, glassy drops of water
bouncing off the rays of light between you and me
If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. If an elephant has its foot on the tail of a mouse and you say that you are neutral, the mouse will not appreciate your neutrality.
and dearest, can you
tell, I am trying
to love you less.
Here’s a fact: Some people want to live more
Than others do.
