Nine planets surround the sun
Only one does the sun embrace
Upon this watered one
So much we take for granted

So let us sleep outside tonight
Lay down in our mother's arms
For here we can rest safely

You make a mess of me here
I'd dance a thousand steps for you
And if you say yes to me
I'll be whatever gets you through

CRAZY FREE.

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
   I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
   Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
   I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
   Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
   Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
   I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
   Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.

You wear nothing, 

but you wear it so well.
Tied up and twisted,
The way I'd like to be.

And if nothing can be done
We'll make the Best of What's Around

FORTUNE SIDES WITH SHE WHO DARES

“Never look back unless you are planning to go that way” -Henry David Thoreau

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are."
-Captain Corelli's Mandolin

"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace"

LOVE IS FRIENDSHIP SET TO MUSIC

YOU'RE THE DIET COKE OF EVIL, JUST ONE CALORIE, NOT EVIL ENOUGH.

Music, the great communicator.

I LIKE PLEASURE SPIKED WITH PAIN.

Nothing you love is lost. Not really. Things, people-they always go away sooner or later. You can't hold onto them anymore than you can hold moonlight. But if they've touched you, if they're inside you, then they are still yours. The only things you ever really have are the ones you hold inside your heart. -Bruce Coville

“It ought to be lovely to be old, To be full of the peace that comes with experience And wrinkled ripe fulfillment”

I LOVE THE FEELING WHEN IT FALLS APART. I'M SLOW TO FINISH BUT QUICK TO START.

I've learned that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

WINTER IS ON MY MIND BUT ETERNAL SPRING IS IN MY HEART

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment. -Sarah Dessen

You may not be her first, her last, or her only.
She loved before and she may love again.
But if she loves you now, then what else matters?
She’s not perfect and you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together
But if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can.
She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give.
Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she is not there.

Make a list. Cross it off. Build a fort. Read a magazine. Turn off the TV. Make some coffee. Smell the flowers. Take a day off. Take two days off. Take a week off. Go outside. Buy a plane ticket, Leave the country. Fall in love. Wear something new. Wear nothing. Camp a mountain. Swim with the fish. Paint a picture. Paint yourself. Listen to new music. Listen to old music. Play music. Take a walk. Make a new friend. Reconnect with old friends. Write people letters. Send the letters. Tell the truth. Grow your own fruit. Look at the stars. Breathe in. Breathe out.

“My mother sat me down and said...you are beautiful to me but must know that you are beautiful for yourself. You should also be aware that true beauty is in the eye of the beholder, which means that how beautiful you are to other people is always going to be subjective to who is looking at you at that time, and since you will always be looking at yourself first, you should find your own beauty and feel good about who you are.” She went on to tell me that I needed to take the time to identify those things that I found to be beautiful about myself but also celebrate what I thought was weird or unusual because those were the special things that God had given to me that made me different from everybody else. I learned how to appreciate, embrace, and enhance those special things so that they would shine rather than be hidden...We learned to love and identify with what made us uniquely beautiful.” –BeNeca Ward

Never refuse an invitation, never resist the unfamiliar, never fail to be polite and never outstay your welcome. just keep your mind open and suck in the experience. And if it hurts, you know what? It was probably worth it.

A HEART THAT LOVES IS ALWAYS YOUNG.

Not a dream, nothing real.

The in-between:

That place I fill.

ELUSIVE DREAMS COLORED HER EYES.

 

Nobody is perfect. Everyone has their own little idiosyncrasies. Some people call those imperfections but no, that's the good stuff. -Robin Williams

Me, I still believe in paradise. But now at least I know it's not some place you can look for becuase it's not where you go. It's how you feel for a moment in your life when you're a part of something and if you find that moment, it lasts forever.

I wish you were here. But you're not, you're there. And there doesn't know how lucky it is.

LAST PICNIC BY CHARLES SIMIC

Before the fall rains come,
Let’s have one more picnic,
Now that the leaves are turning color
And the grass is still green in places.

Bread, cheese and some black grapes
Ought to be enough,
And a bottle of red wine to toast the crows
Puzzled to find us sitting here.

If it gets cold—and it will—I’ll hold you close.
Night will come early.
We’ll watch the sky, hoping for a full moon
To light our way home.

And if there isn’t one, we’ll put all our trust
In your book of matches
And my sense of direction
As we grope our way in the dark.

“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?” –Alice and Wonderland



NOW LET US DRINK THE STARS, ITS TIME TO STEAL AWAY.

THE WONDER YEARS

When you're a little kid, you're a little bit of everything. Artist, scientist, athlete, scholar...sometimes it seems like growing up is the process of giving those things up. One by one, I guess we all have one thing we regret giving up. One thing we really miss that we gave up becuase we were too lazy or, we couldn't stick it out or becuase we were afraid.

 

 The fluttering in the stomach goes away and the dull waking pain. Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone had said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. That suprises me; that with the hurt and the mess comes a shaft of recognition. It was worth it. Love is worth it. -Jeannette Winterson

"SO COME WITH ME, WHERE DREAMS ARE BORN, AND TIME IS NEVER PLANNED. JUST THINK OF HAPPY THINGS, AND YOUR HEART WILL FLY ON WINGS, FOREVER" -PETER PAN

SMOKE A LOT OF WEED BUT I COULD NEVER FOR GET YAA..

LIFE IS THE FLOWER FOR WHICH LOVE IS THE HONEY.

CONFUCIOUS..

Ignorance is the night of the mind, but a night without moon or star.

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.... [A]ccept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields

There's a bit of magic in everything, and some loss to even things out.

WE MUST EMBRACE PAIN AND BURN IT AS FUEL FOR OUR JOURNEY

"Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies."