“ Ana Iris once asked me if I loved him and I told her about the the lights in my old home in the capital, how they flickered and you never knew if they would go out or not. You put down your things and you waited and couldn’t do anything really until the lights decided. This, I told her, is how I feel. ”
and my heart feels like it has exploded because ‘You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you.’
#love #madrid (Taken with Instagram)
I fucking #love #Madrid (Taken with Instagram)
“ The first time you fall in love it’s such a transcendental feeling, you know, it’s like eating pizza-flavored ice cream. Your brain can’t even process that level of joy. And love makes people do crazy things, like kill people, or shop at Crate & Barrel. It makes us all a little delusional. I think our whole lives, no matter how low our self-esteem gets there’s some part of us that thinks, “I have a secret special skill that no one knows about, and if they knew, they’d be amazed.” And eventually we meet someone who’s like, “You have a secret special skill!” And you’re like, “I know! So do you!” And they’re like, “I know!” And then you’re like, “We should eat pizza ice cream together.” And that’s what love is. It’s this mountain of pizza ice cream and delusion. ”
Mike Birbiglia (via iamtheatombomb)
the top ten love songs that i can come up with off the top of my head:
7. Elusive - Scott Matthews
i can’t speak highly enough of this song - the lyrics are simply stunning.
He got this very serious look on his face after I told him, and he said something to me I don’t think I will forget this semester or ever.
‘Charlie, we accept the love we think we deserve.’”
The Perks of Being a Wallflower, by Stephen Chbosky.
If you’re reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it - so, good for me. You don’t know me very well, but if you get me started, I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me.
This, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. There’s no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it.
I met someone.
It was a perfect storm. She said one thing, I said another. Next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now, there’s this feeling in my gut: she might be The One. She’s completely nuts in a way that makes me smile, highly neurotic, a great deal of maintenance required.
She is you, Karen.
That’s the good news. The bad is that I don’t know how to be with you right now. And it scares the fuck out of me. Because if I’m not with you right now, I have this feeling we’ll get lost out there. It’s a big bad world full of twists and turns and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment, the moment that could have changed everything. I don’t know what’s going on with us, and I can’t tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me.
But damn, you smell good. Like home. And you make excellent coffee - that’s got to count for something, right?
Hank Moody, Californication