(Source: corsicans)

Some people underestimate how erotic it is to be understood.
So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide
Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a river.
It’s a marvelous thing, the ocean. For some reason when two people sit together looking out at it, they stop caring whether they talk or stay silent. You never get tired of watching it. And no matter how rough the waves get, you’re never bothered by the noise the water makes by the commotion of the surface - it never seems too loud, or too wild.
I don’t think love is always a huge, cataclysmal emotional event. I think sometimes it sits in front of you for a very long time until you glance over and say, oh, there you are. I don’t think it’s your saving grace. I think it’s the hand that you hold while you save yourself. I don’t think it’s someone who sweeps you off your feet. I think it’s someone who stays right beside you and lets you walk on your own. I don’t think it’s always a blazing but temporary insanity of racing hearts and hormones. I think that’s the love that changes us. The love that should stay with us is the calm, deep, thorough knowing that you want to be with someone despite logical objections. And what may be even more important than anything is that I think you find your own love at the very edges of where other people’s love pushes you.
Know there will be rain, and don’t give up on the sun.
Don’t wait too long. Life takes unexpected turns, and we don’t always have the time we think we have.
I hope you have the courage to pursue someone who is worth pursuing, and not someone who is convenient. Convenience is impatience disguised as your desires, you are worth more than what time has told you, you are worthy of finding someone who will wait for you; don’t settle for what is easy, settle for what is good.

I went on a date a few days ago. And it was great.
We talked about our friends, our fears, our fathers;
We decided we both had we weird brains and a proclivity for micromanaging.
We said we’d do it again soon. And it was great. And he wasn’t you.
He wasn’t you.
I wonder if that means something or if these things take time.
I wonder if, no matter how much I like a guy, I’m always going to sit there thinking “He isn’t you.”