It has been a beautiful fight. Still is.

There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn’t. There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn’t need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Do all things with love, but don’t romanticize life like you can’t survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise.

I’m in love with you,“ he said quietly.

“Augustus,” I said.

“I am,” he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.

in front of my mother and my sisters,
i pretend love is cheap and vulgar.
i act like it’s a sin–
i pretend that love is for women on a dark path.
but at night i dream of a love so heavy
it makes my spine throb–
i dream up a lover who makes love like he is separating salt from water.

In an email from a friend: “Remember our discussion the other day about if you had one wish what would it be? I finally figured out what mine is, and I’m not talking about the old cliches of I’d wish for world peace or a lot of money. I would like one moment of pure courage in my life. One moment or one incident in which I do something absolutely and unquestionably courageous. It wouldn’t have to be big or major either. Something as small as telling someone off who really deserves it. Or taking charge of a situation that would normally frighten me or at least make me hesitate big time. I think my life would be enhanced a lot, as well as my perception of myself, if I knew that even just once I’d had the guts to be truly courageous about something or someone who mattered to me.”

Our right now is so boring and forgettable most of the time. Sit at your desk. Walk to the kitchen. Take a pee. Take a walk. Take a nap. Take your time because it is so uninteresting that nobody else wants to take it. We remember so few details about how we lived our days because most of them are like air with no fragrance. We breathe them in, we breathe them out without thinking. What did you eat for dinner two days ago? When was the last time you laughed out loud? Or ate something that made you close your eyes and sigh with pleasure? Naturally we remember the perfume times because there are so few of them.

I think it’s not a question of whether or not there is someone out there to love us. But more of a person who will love us the way we hope to be loved, and vice versa.

stuck-inasmalltown:

i don’t mean to be political, but what if everyone had basic human rights

(via hippysetfree)