Remember that one time I made a photography blog…? Half my friends are queued on there. Man.
It made me very sad, and then very furious, and then very sad again, that I knew your past and your present and I wouldn’t know your future. I wanted to help you carry cardboard boxes when you moved out, and make a toast at your wedding, and know your kids.
With ordinary people, sometimes you stop for a moment and think “that was great”. With the people engraved in your heart, you don’t. You go on with them, and never realize you love them so much they have grown inside of you like another organ. And when they’re taken away from you, it’s like having to heal and redirect and enormous amount of vessels and veins and nerves that had their place and now are gone.
There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
Dear future husband, if this doesn’t happen I want a divorce.
Dear future wife, if I don’t do this. Please divorce me.
It’s being afraid but not knowing of what. That’s what it means.
this is like when you’re sitting with someone that you really like then you like touch knees or something and all of a sudden you feel all this energy going through both of you through this one point of contact
this gif is kinda like that