I will never forget the first time we held hands. The soft touch of our palms. The uncertainty relieved with our fingers locked together. My stomach bursting with butterflies. It was something so underrated yet so gentle,so perfect and so powerful. Funny how starlight was brought forth by two imperfect hands. For holding your hand felt like holding your soul.
Maybe life is not all about finding that one great love. Maybe it’s about living in the moments while they last. Maybe it’s about the summer days you spend trying to make art and end up making a pretty mess. Maybe it’s about the monsoon days when you stretch your hands to feel the raindrops tickle your palms. It’s about the teeth chattering winter sensation you get from eating your favorite ice cream. Maybe, just maybe, life is about all those moments before you fall in love with someone. Maybe life is when you fall in love with yourself.
I have tasted the juice of the peach, and the sweetness of honey and milk; but the wine of thy lips is strong as the aromatic vintage of Egypt, and sweet as the juice of the date-palms in the scented plains of Euphrates: Ay! let me drink till I reel bewildered with kisses and pleasure … O my love! … my love! … O my love!
“Raindrops stood out on his oiled skin like studs. In his cupped palms he carried a small heap of fresh jasmine.”
I like how in the matrix according to the movie when u log into the matrix from the real world ur appearance is how ur brain projects itself so every single character in that movie for some reason loves industrial goth fashion and tiny sports sunglasses…. leather black trench coats is the uniform of the #woke
“Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who can understand what we are saying in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved.”
— Alain de Botton (via quotemadness)
“The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.”
— Lord Byron (via quotemadness)
“Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all.”
— Aristotle (via quotemadness)
