October 2011
49 posts
You don’t really know someone until they get the guts to stop dancing around. Hold onto knowing their favorite color but that won’t paint a clearer picture.
I would rather read a bedtime story than watch a slow slur swiftly shut their eyes.
I wish I could get over the fact that I become less attracted to people once I learn that they have no goals/ambitions/dreams and seem far less intelligent than myself.
Driver
State Lines
Driver- State Lines
One day you’re gonna find yourself.
“
I would’ve never believed that I’d forget you:
the sound of your laugh, the size of your hands,
that one day I’d have to rub my forehead
like a genie’s lamp to pull out your last name.
I would have slit my tender paten to pulp
to shake bloody and swear that one day
we would share a last name, or at least
a flamboyantly oversized prom picture.
But now, I could form a terrible band
with all the boys I thought would pant
their presence forever on my heart, but
instead evaporated almost completely,
leaving only the tease of our nicknames,
the soft ghost of their favorite tee-shirt,
and the dusty ordinary ellipse of what
could have been.
“Human beings do not live forever, Reuven. We live less than the time it takes to blink an eye, if we measure our lives against eternity. So it may be asked what value is there to a human life. There is so much pain in the world. What does it mean to have to suffer so much if our lives are nothing more than the blink of an eye?” He paused again, his eyes misty now, then went on. “I learned a long time ago, Reuven, that a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something. A span of life is nothing. But the man who lives that span, he is something. He can fill that tiny span with meaning, so its quality is immeasurable though its quantity may be insignificant. Do you understand what I am saying? A man must fill his life with meaning, meaning is not automatically given to life. It is hard work to fill one’s life with meaning. That I do not think you understand yet. A life filled with meaning is worthy of rest. I want to be worthy of rest when I am no longer here. Do you understand what I am saying?”
— David Malter, from The Chosen, by Chaim Potok
You're... pretty. Yeah. Holy crap.
eeeek. tanks. pretty isn’t everything. it’s what you do with it.
