But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness. The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us. And to save us.
(via pricklylegs)
- Me: where's the new digs!?
- Psydoc: Girl.
- The Bronx. But don't worry. Ill come to you. Nobody has loved the Bronx but me and KRS-one. I dont even know what train im on.
- Me: Oh come on. The Bronx is the only real game left in ny after the aging vegan yupsters chased everyone out of Brooklyn. Of course I'll come visit!
Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.
Robert Brault (via a-cious)
(via kanyeismykhaleesi)
Write hard and clear about what hurts.
Ernest Hemingway. (via the-fiercest-fables)
(via bedbugsbiting)
mattgorman Asks:
You are an idiot. I am too. The key is being an idiot in the areas that good people don't give a shit about and being awesome where they do. You excell at that.
littleorphanammo Said:
dhthewriter Asks:
You're not an idiot... you're eccentric, and that's what makes you AMAZING!
littleorphanammo Said:
