I keep having these dreams that I am with someone who does not belong to me. I would very much like him to, but I know that it’s not something I should hope too much for.
The thought of leaning against you on the couch lingers in my mind for hours after my dream has passed. The velvet friction of our hands twining together fades as my day goes on. Oh, to exist in this dreamland where we spoon and listen to Ratatat and kiss is too good to be true. Soft laughs at shared jokes, closed lipped smiles preparing for another journey where we meet at the mouth. The entrance and exit to the caves of our thought, those we now follow and share along a single line with a mutual purpose, a welcome expectation. Eyes as clear as daybreak, searching the other’s for confirmation that they, too, are absorbing every second of this memory.
What I wouldn’t give to have all these things with you.
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A letter from John Steinbeck, to his teenage son Thom, on love.
New York
November 10, 1958
Dear Thom:
We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.
First—if you are in love—that’s a good thing—that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.
Second—There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you—of kindness and consideration and respect—not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.
You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply—of course it isn’t puppy love.
But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it—and that I can tell you.
Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.
The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.
If you love someone—there is no possible harm in saying so—only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.
Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.
It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another—but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.
Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it.
We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can.
And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens—The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.
Love,
Fa
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On my bucket list: have a hot makeout session while Ratatat is playing on loop. Specifically “Loud Pipes” off of Classics. Yes.
How many times have I thought about something that would change everything— me, my friends and family, others’ thoughts, the world’s understanding of our existence? How many times have I been this great and not realized it?
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