one day the sky will crack open

and the stars will pour out 

in waves of moonlight-

and there is your love.

There are a thousand things I wish for you for the coming year, but it all comes down to this (of course it does, it always does): love. I hope you will be loved and be able to love in return. I hope you will find love in rainy days and joyless places and, most of all, in yourself. I hope you will discover a love greater than you have ever imagined and I hope you can hold on to it. I hope you can spread some love around the world - I hope your sentences and acts are made of it. I hope you will fall asleep every day with a heart full of love and I hope everyone can see it in your eyes. I hope you will look at life with love and I hope that this year you will finally learn to love it.

If I could be an object,

just for a little while,

I would chose to be 

a dreamcatcher.

And I would collect all the dreams

which are spun with love and which I caught

so deftly, in a large jar with a lid on it.

And after months of hard working I would have

so many dreams, that for the rest of my life

I would be able to drink dreams as breakfast (every day).

retrouvaille (n.): the joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation; rediscovery

Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. 
I Peter 4:8

Your lips are like wine & I want to get drunk.

At night everything is different

because when the sun goes down

your dreams will fold a paper boat

even if you want to drown

On moonlit water you will sail

through the dark depths of your soul

moonlight trickles down on you

filling the gaping hole

At night everything is different

because when the stars come out

you will be able to forget

the thoughts that were so loud

Under soft sheets you will lie

don't think of how much you've wept

what's so good about sleeping is

it's like dying, but not dead.

You take care of the garden in my heart and you say you don't need to be paid, but I will, in the end, because I know what a mess it is (and you are doing an extremely good job). You pluck the weeds and plant your seeds and soon there will be flowers again and butterflies and it will smell of spring and I will lie in the grass and enjoy the sun 

and I hope you will lie next to me.

If you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely! -Ronald Dahl

J.F & A.T

I am strange and you are strange and a lot of other people are strange, but my strangeness and your strangeness are quite the same and I just think we should be strange together and become this strange couple that gets strange looks from strange people.

Yes, life is hard but don't let it make you hard. Be as soft as you thought the clouds would feel when you were only five years old. Do you remember this? Do you remember who you wanted to be back then? What made you give up? What made you give up on all your dreams? You became this hard, unreachable person and I know that this is not who you are. This is not who you want to be. I hope you will search for yourself again. I hope you will search between the sunflowers, the pages of your old favorite book and the echo of your talents. Be warm again. Be as warm as the passion you threw away once (and which you will find again, I promise). 

It's not about forcing happiness, it's about not letting sadness win. It's not about fighting sadness perpetually to remain happy, it's about embracing this sadness and being happy in this sadness.

She was beautiful,

but not in the beautiful ways you might like to thing so

she did not have hair that dripped gold

her eyes were not the color of the cold sea

her smile was crooked and bent

her lips were chapped and thin

she did not have a gentle laugh

nor did she speak humble thoughts

but she was beautiful

in the way the shore kisses white feet

in the way the mood hides itself in the curtain of darkness

she was beautiful

in the way wind dances in hair

and in the way shy lovers hold hands

she was beautiful in the way of 

morning air

and black coffee

and that love poems

that live in each broken heart

spilling red oil, into blue lungs

suffocating happiness right out of it's shell

and she was beautiful

because she refused to taste sadness

even when that was the only thing she had left to eat.

I fell in love with the 

morning, how you stumbled out

of bed when you first woke up,

and how your eyes groaned with

exhaustion.

The way your hands grasped my 

hipbones while your lips stole

the ending of my sentence.

Everyday with you felt like a 

month of Sunday mornings with

white bed sheets and lazy

smiles.

That same morning, I fell in

love with the coffee shop down

the street, the way you

asked for two sugars, but you

actually meant three.

The walk home from your house

made me remember what Monday

mornings feel like. 

Somewhere in between falling

in love with our midnight

conversations that were

exhaled through cigarette

breaths and interrupted by

coffee stains,

and reading love notes you

had written on my flesh,

I realized,

I am in love with the presence

of your words

and the feel of your

existence.

But I am not in love with you.

my chest is your garden;

and the seeds

you planted

in my heart

are going to be

painfully

beautiful

flowers.

I think we like to complicate things when it is really quite simple; find what it is that makes you happy and who it is that makes you happy and you're set. promise.

You kissed me with your jokes and your kindness and your genuineness. I fell in love with the things we never said and the things we never had. But now our conversations fall short and the important words are kept inside these mouths of ours. We're growing farther apart with every day that passes and I feel older with every day we don't talk. We try and we try but we don't know what we're doing at all and maybe we should just stop pretending we could be a real us one day. I thought you were the one to make it better, but these doubts are eating my bones and my night's sleep and they are nibbling at my heart and I wish there was a way to stop them. 

We're sitting along on our separate beds with hundred miles and thousand words between us listening to the sound of the rain and of everything falling apart.

I'm in love with

the idea of being in love.

I want to grasp it, seize it.

The concept itself is beautiful.

How two minds can become infixed,

with raw love

and tender affection.

Love is magical,

and many people have

fall in love with the

pure idea of being

in love.

Things to do when you are sad:

Don't listen to Bob Dylan.

Wear a big sweater.

Drink tea.

Clean your room.

Go on a walk.

Make paper cranes.

Find recipes (to use when you're happy).

Watch anime.

Read the newspaper.

Hang fairy lights around your house.

Bake an apple pie with a friend.

Organize old pokemon cards.

Think about how beautiful outer space is.

Paint your saddness.

Go to a cafe.

Sleep on a pile of blankets.

Ask someone to hold you.

Cry.

Be okay at some point.

Visit the library.

Pick flowers.

Sit with someone.

Remember that there are always cupcakes.

THE RIVER SPEAKS.

Moon, I wonder

if you feel alone

every now and then.

I would understand that,

you do not get a lot

of visitors and you never

go on a journey or an

adventure, and I

wonder if you know

that a lot of people

appreciate you and

I wonder if you know 

that you make the night

better and you put

my troubles in perspective.

I hope you know

that you are loved

(a lot).

It is important that you know this.

my heart burns for the city lights.

it takes a strong man to handle a broken woman.

fight for your happiness.

Hi. But, Hi.

when i get married, i don't care. i'm having morning sex, noon sex, dinner sex, grab the camera let's record sex, make-up sex, holiday sex, after the kids leave for school sex, on break at work sex, quicky sex, bath sex, honey wheres the remote sex, neighbors know our name sex, 24/7 sex, hot tub sex, angry sex, pull over on the highway back seat sex, night time in the park touching each other sex, sex on the beach, sex on the plane, kids walk in on us WE DONT GIVE A FUCK SEX.

 don't be a basic bitch.

I am in a relationship with my bed.

Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you. -Ovid

Friendship means understanding, not agreement. It means forgiveness, not forgetting. It means the memories last even if contact is lost.

Be happy for no reason, like a child. If you are happy for a reason, you are in trouble, because that reason can be taken from you.

All I want is love, sleep, and good music.

She's the kind of girl a guy meets when he's too young, and he fucks up because there's too much living to do. But later he realizes she's perfect.

To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong.

If I love you, I will carry for you all your pain, I will assume for you all your debts (in every definition of the word), I will protect you from your own insecurity, I will protect upon you all sorts of good qualities that you have never actually cultivated in yourself and I will buy Christmas presents for your entire family. I will give you the sun and the rain, and if they are not available, I will give you a sun check and a rain check. I will give you all this and more, until I get so exhausted and depleted that the only way I can recover my energy is by becoming infatuated with someone else. -Elizabeth Gilbert

Forget shit, and move on.

Open your mouth only if what you are going to say is more beautiful than silence.

You didn't love her. You just didn't want to be alone. Or maybe she was just good for your ego. Or, or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn't love her. Because you don't destroy people you love. -Grey's Anatomy

THE ONLY PEOPLE FOR ME ARE THE MAD ONES. THE ONES WHO ARE MAD TO LIVE. MAD TO TALK. MAD TO BE SAVED. DESIROUS OF EVERYTHING AT THE SAME TIME. THE ONES WHO NEVER YAWN OR SAY A COMMONPLACE THING. BUT BURN, BURN, BURN, LIKE FABULOUS YELLOW ROMAN CANDLES EXPLODING LIKE SPIDERS ACROSS THE STARS AND IN THE MIDDLE YOU SEE THE BLUE CENTERLIGHT POP AND EVERYBODY GOES,       AWWW! - JACK KEROUAC

she laughed, as though she owned the air around her.

CONTROL YOUR MOODS

Receive instruction in wise dealing and the discipline of wise thoughtfulness, righteousness, justice and integrity. PROVERBS 1:3

Moods can bring strange impulses that we dare not heed. When we get moody, we want to do weird things, or neglect our responsibilities.

"I don't feel like doing anything today. I am in a bad mood. Just leave me alone."

Disciplined people submit their emotions to wisdom. They say, "These are my feelings, but I don't live by my feelings. I may have moods, but they don't dictate my actions. I am going to do exactly what I would do if I felt better." You will enjoy your day more when you discipline yourself to do what you believe, instead of what you feel. 

a boy makes his girl jealous of other women. a gentleman makes other women jealous of his girl.

Sometimes, I think of the sun and the moon as lovers who rarely meet, always chase, and almost always miss one another. But once in a while, they do catch up, and they kiss, and the world stares in awe of their eclipse.

Being tender and open is beautiful. As a woman, I feel continually shhh'ed. Too sensitive. Too mushy. Too wishy washy. Blah blah. Don't let someone steal your tenderness. Don't allow the coldness and fear of others to tarnish your perfectly vulnerable beating heart. Nothing is more powerful than allowing yourself to truly be affected by things. Whether its a song, a stranger, a mountain, a rain drop, a tea kettle, an article, a sentence, a footstep, feel it all - look around you. All of this is for you. Take it and have gratitude. Give it and feel love. -Zooey Dreschanel