I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people:

that each protects the solitude of the other.
~rainer maria rilke

September 3rd, 2010

it’s already september. where did this summer go?

there’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth. there’s still a little piece of your face i haven’t kissed. there’s still a little bit of your words i long to hear.

September 2nd, 2010

once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

September 1st, 2010

i finally got around to reading a book given to me by someone who promised i would love it. and i did. i loved it.

i pulled it off my bookshelf three weeks ago hoping to finish it within a couple of days. it took me longer than expected because:

1) i am a very slow reader. my mind tends to run wild in fantasy land as my eyes scan the white page of black letters, fabricating stories of my own or simply replaying recent events that, somehow, become sweeter the second time around.

2) i don’t want it to end. when i find something i like, i postpone its completion as long as possible.

the history of love is about a man’s undying loyalty and everlasting love for a woman that he never obtains on a physical level. romantic. real. heartbreaking. lovely.

the moment i finished the book, still wrapped up in the reins of romance, i stepped outside to find the letter K with a heart beside it in the sky. the artist eventually carved out an A, which was not captured by my camera. just another awe-inspiring gesture of someone’s immeasurable admiration for another that left my own heart swollen with delight.

come away with me in the night. i wanna walk with you on a cloudy day in fields where the yellow grass grows knee high. come away with me and we will kiss on a mountaintop. i wanna wake up with the rain falling on a tin roof while i am safe there in your arms.

August 31st, 2010

words by norah jones / photos via visualize us

craving a change

August 30th, 2010

i’m not quite sure what triggered the shift, but i am officially ready for fall. it happened last week, about the same time the full moon showed her face. all of a sudden, i began craving cold weather and all the simple, yet wondrous, sensations that come with it. snuggling under layers of quilts, movie marathons, finishing the much-anticipated books i never got around to reading this summer, afternoon naps, lazy sundays, bonfires on the beach, lounging on my couch with friends over hot tea and baked apples, hibernating for days in oblivion to the outside world, quiet mornings, shorter days, longer nights, layers of clothes, colorful scarves, warm boots, sleeping in (or at least trying) and tons of sweet love to warm the soul.

photos via weheartit

you make lovin fun. its all i wanna do.

August 27th, 2010

stevie nicks / photos via visualize

dance is the hidden language of the soul.

August 26th, 2010

photos found randomly

words by martha graham

be a best friend ~ tell the truth ~ overuse I LOVE YOU ~ don’t outsmart your common sense ~ always treat your woman like a lady ~ never get too old to call her baby ~ never let your praying knees get lazy ~ LOVE LIKE CRAZY

August 25th, 2010

love like crazy lyrics

with a lover i can really dance

August 24th, 2010

he liked to cook and laugh and sing, could start a fire with his hands, fix things that were broken, and explain how to launch things into space.

August 23rd, 2010

from the history of love / photo via visualize

life aint always beautiful. sometimes its just plain hard. life can knock you down; it can break your heart. but the struggles make you stronger. and the changes make you wise. and happiness has its own way of taking its sweet time. life aint always beautiful, but it’s a beautiful ride.

August 20th, 2010

life aint always beautiful by gary allan

adoration

August 19th, 2010

(photos via visualize)

reasons to love summer

August 18th, 2010

and sweet kisses

every kind of kiss

August 17th, 2010

photo via visualize

days full of wanting. let them go by without worrying that they do. stay where you are inside such a pure, hollow note.

August 16th, 2010

quote by rumi/photos of weekend