A CROW TRIED TO GO IN OUR CLASSROOM AND HE HAD A PEN
he just wanted to learn
well life just isnt fucking fair is it humpback whale 85
She said, ‘I’m so afraid.’ And I said, ‘why?,’ and she said, ‘Because I’m so profoundly happy. Happiness like this is frightening.’ I asked her why and she said, ‘They only let you be this happy if they’re preparing to take something from you.’Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via jennayliu)
To the girl at the table near the back of the library.
I almost asked you the first time why you were crying, then I saw the book you were reading, and realized you were crying because of it, and I was interested, because I’d never read anything that moved me that much. I checked out the book you were reading, and guess what? I cried- a little-too. That’s how it started. Every time I’d go to the library, you’re almost always there, usually with a completely different book. Sometimes you’d smile, or laugh out loud, or cry again, and when you do, I check out the book you’re reading. That was it really, until I realized how gorgeous you are. You’re not pretty in a gorgeous kind of way, but god, when you smile, it lights up your face in the best way.
I wish you noticed me, sitting a few tables away from you, reading the book you were reading a couple of days ago. I wish you’d smile at me, I don’t have the guts to go and talk to you. One of these days I’ll work up the courage to ask you about what you’re reading, and maybe you’ll smile, and tell me all about it. And then we’ll talk about all the books we’ve read. But until then, thank you for the book recommendations, I love them.
Love, the boy a few tables away from yours.
We are forever afraid of caring too much, loving too much, because they might not love us back. Really, what we should fear is becoming desolate, and cold, and unfeeling. Cruel. Love makes us alive, it makes up everything that ever was or is important.
We knit a sweater for another “with care”, and that sentiment is what keeps us warm during a long, cold night, knowing that someone out there, maybe miles away, cares about our comfort. We cook with love as the seasoning, and it flavors more than just our food.
We can never care enough, ever, because even if they don’t love you as much as you want them to, love is not self-serving, and we should love simply because it is good, and pure, and joyful. Love hurts too, yes, but the benefits outweigh the risks so thouroughly that sometimes I wonder how we could ever want to choose anything less.
Love others without abandon, with no goal other than to simply love them. Just remember: love. If someone does not love you back, you may be teaching them how; so love thoroughly, without abandon, through your fingertips, and your toes, and out the ends of your hair.
Love without abandon, even if they abandon you.
‘arent we supposed to have antlers or something’
Trying to get myself out of my thoughts