Sundays are for..
Anonymous asked: your photos have such a pleasant, nostalgic aesthetic. it'd be great to meet you one day.
It’d be great to meet you one day as well. Can I hug you
Words, how little they mean when you’re a little too late.
First love is scary because it’s like “holy crap, why is this person the first thing I think of in the morning, why am I disappointed when I don’t dream of them? Why is the desire to be with them so much stronger than hunger and thirst and exhaustion? Why does their name look so pretty written down? Why do I feel like I just fell out of a 30 story building when they look at me, and why do I like it?” And you become so comfortable with them that when they leave, your body doesn’t know how to react because they were as common to you as breathing, and now you’re missing a vital part of yourself. You forget that you were someone before them. You think “I was so empty until I met them.” No, you were full. And when you learned about love, you were fuller. Now you’re back to where you were before, and you need to fill yourself with other things. Fall in love with the way sunflowers naturally curve to face the sun, and the way children have no idea about taxes. Fall in love with the fact that you’re here and you’re still able to feel. Fall in love with the idea that you’re still whole, even when it’s 3 am and you can’t remember how to breathe because you think they taught you how to do that.
Food doesn’t taste better or worse when documented by Instagram. Laughter is as genuine over Skype as it would be sharing a sofa. Pay attention. Take in nature, hold someone’s hand, read a book. But don’t ever apologize for snapping a photo of a sunrise after a hike, or blogging about the excitement of having a crush, or updating your goodreads account. All of these things are good and should be celebrated. Smile at strangers on the sidewalk and like your friends’ selfies. It’s all good for the human spirit.
“Go to a coffee shop. Sit by the bar with the glass windows and look out. Look at all the people running to catch a train. All the girls with one too many shopping bags. All the couples too in love to care. Then you’ll see it - a bit of yourself in everyone. And somehow, sitting alone in a coffee shop had never felt so good.”
Anonymous asked: I sometimes wonder if you will ever love me. Then I wonder if you will ever know me.
Hi. Of course, I may or may not love you the way you want me to. But, hey, we all go through life with a list of people who treat us like we’re not worth it (I have a feeling mine is a lot longer than yours). I can tell you I’ve been exactly where you are, and as much as I want to tell you that it gets better and people will somehow start loving you the way you want them to, I can’t. But if you hold on to that thin thread and don’t let them make you feel bitter, it will get easier for you to deal with. You’re pensive and that’s a good thing. But I hope and pray that you will learn to block out the words that will only annihilate you. That has been a tough lesson for me to learn. But it looks like we’re on this one together, right?
“And even if I ended up alone I will still try to be happy. But don’t expect me to be in complete bliss, there will always be days when I will think of you, days that I will regret for not doing my best for you to stay, days that I’m going to miss you, especially your laugh when I crack a joke, your smile when you see me, your voice when we talk, and the feeling when I’m with you. I will always think of that moment, the moment when you were still mine.”
Anonymous asked: hows the RED Tour? hahahahahahahaha
Where do I even begin