I hope you look for me in everyone you meet. - Because I Look For You  (via equily)

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    this moment that i am in right now - my messy hair, the taste of tequila in my mouth from last night, empty bottles everywhere, cravings for a light me up, a handful of conversations that cause me to burst out laughing - this is good. good. good. great.i realised last night (or this morning), in…

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    It’s so weird and counter-progressive that we’ve developed this habit of apologizing for our “flaws” to people who are falling for us or people we like. Consider how often you say sorry for “talking too much” or showing too much interest in someone or just being who you are,…

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    june was causing ripples in the
    gentle waters of life
    to test the theory of
    cause and effect.
    i have wandered far and wide,
    and every soul i 
    briefly brushed by
    asked me where home was
    and i wanted to say
    it was in the spaces
    between your ribcage,
    but instead i pointed to
    the horizon and told them 
    i was still searching. 

    (a.y)

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    loneliness hits me at the most peculiar moments in my life. like right now. the air is thick and my chest is tightening and i’m not sure what you can call this except it hurts and burns the back of my throat. sometimes i feel like we’re all itching for a hand to hold and most often we all end up…

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    july was breathing 
    a different kind of air
    and discovering
    a certain kind of 
    softness to life. 
    in a city filled with
    lights and people,
    some may lose themselves.
    but i, i think
    i find myself.

    (a.y) 

  • what kind of people are you drawn towards?

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    there are a lot of people who want things from one another, who want to take parts of each other and claim them as their own. it’s draining, like you’re being hollowed out slowly, slowly, burned out and carved into a boat for their use. but there are few people, there are a handful of people who i have met in this life, who i have loved and who have loved me so symbiotically. it’s not a matter of who i am drawn to. to build a criteria for my ideal whatever would be to narrow the choices down to what i know, and leave out all the rest of what i have to learn, what i have yet to see in a person. but passion. passion! the terrible and wonderful desire to be bigger than oneself, to leave a mark, however small, on this earth. i love those who are always running, who are full of movement, who appreciate those empty streets at five a.m., those who i can call up for an adventure and they’re always down. bring me to your beautiful places. to your mountain peaks. to the places you grew up. and let me do the same for you, and understand that it’s important, all of it, not so much the stories that we tell each other but the ways we tell them, the ways we move together, yes. fucking dance with me, dude. climb to the top of things with me and see what kind of open sky we can find together. find meaning in everything, and i’ll love you. i’m not very good at people. i mean, in a very shallow plane i am. i’m good at instant things, good at touch-and-go, at making a brief and wonderful impact and then running the other way, laughing, but there are those who get it, and who will stand still with me in a moment and just look out, together, at this world, and it’s like, sometimes you meet a person and you can just feel it, this connection between the two of you. like the air between you is thicker in a way. it makes me so nervous and i crave it, i crave it endlessly. it’s happened a lot lately, and i’m grateful for it. and you can’t explain it, really, but you feel it in your heart so deeply that it must be real, right?  there are so many kinds of people in this world, so many colors of humans that i have yet to experience. i fill my life with people whose colors eddy with mine in such a way that we create a new color between us, a color that can’t be replicated with any other. good people, kind people, hardworking who are in tune with the pulse of things, who can talk me into a frenzy, who don’t shy away from their hurt, but who let it deepen their sense of being, who will look me in the eye without either of us turning away. the crazy ones. the ones who make me shy. the ones who make me small and then large, who stretch my boundaries. the ones who are so loved, but so difficult to understand. the ones who are not afraid to tell me i’m wrong, who will fight for what they believe in, who will not let me walk all over them, because i can. i have been dehumanized - and so many of you have been dehumanized by people who think of us as ideas instead of flesh, who aren’t willing to look at the same stone from a different angle. keep it real. keep it real with me, and if we can create new stories together instead of just retelling the ones of our past, if we can move through our ideas and put them into action, if we can move, together, then yes. you are in my heart. you are in my heart, you are.

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