in love with this
1. Contrary to popular belief, waking up early isn’t going to drastically alter your life or effect how you’re feeling. So sleep till noon and relish in the way laying in bed all day makes you feel a little more human.
2. Drinking your coffee ‘black’ doesn’t make you cooler or more sophisticated than the rest of us who load in milk and sugar.
3. Being unimpressed by everything makes you look like a twat. Get excited, be overly passionate about something. Enthusiasm is fun.
4. Hating yourself isn’t romantic.
5. Eat whatever you want. your friend’s a vegan? Awesome. Listen to her talk about how great she feels because of it while you tuck in to some chocolate cake. Tell her you feel just as great.
I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.
I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand, and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep, and there are no words for that.
Some days I do perfectly normal things and lead a perfectly normal life. I have dinner with my friends, I make conversation with my coworkers, I call my father twice a day. And those days, I belong to the universe. Because that’s what normal people do.
But there are other days, though they get fewer in number the old I get. Days when I watch spoken word for three hours at a time, try to learn as much about physics as I can cram into an hour, and dance around my apartment singing Love Shack. Those days, I belong only to myself. I am authentically, 100% me.
And it gets me thinking, you know? About the tiny lives we all lead that no one sees and how maybe that’s what marriage is about. I think of my father and how much he loves my mother, still. And I have to imagine that the magic happens when no one is looking, when you’re being the version of yourself you love the most.
Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to,
and love leaves exactly when love must.
If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her.
Turn off the music,
listen to the quiet,
"Thank you for stopping by."