downton abbey
getting paid
chick fil a waffle fries
my phone
talking- wayy too much probably
jesus sandals
airports
starbucks- venti size
thick scarves
grams house
apples
making to do lists
socks
mac & cheese
keeping up on everyone's blogs
sweats
los angeles
swingsets
shorts and tank tops
long hair
reading
dirty diet cokes
trampolines
new york city
guitars
pasta- alfredo especially
thick comforters
london, england
baby lips chapstick
disneyland
my closest friends
pecans
things i love
mom & dad
sibs
God
understanding where people are coming from
different points of view
scrutinizing lyrics
old pictures
expressing your feelings
that third bite into an apple
that third bite into an apple
music
a newborn wrapping their hand around your finger
ampersands
the sound of rain
laughing- wayy too much probably
sleeping in
sleeping in
hearing a child say "here, i drew this for you"
family home videos
that voice you use when speaking to your dog
live concerts
finding out that you have something in common with someone else
singing. loudly.
watching the sun set from the ocean
searching for things to write about
searching for things to write about
going to grams house on sundays
things i like are not the same as things i love
the things we love aren't always necessarily tangible
maybe because the things we love aren't objects but experiences with the things we like
and i love that.
the idea that love is nothing you can touch with your hands
or your lips
or your eyelashes.
you cant give yourself love. not the kind of love we all wish for.
its meant to be a gift. its meant to be something that we toss out.
like a paper plane.
we want that plane to fly. so badly do we wish for it to stay on the wind forever. but the pilot denies our plea and grants us permission to land too soon. and thats how we fall.
and thats why we dont love everything.
because we hate falling.
its scary. its raw.
i think raw is the best and the absolute worst word to describe love.
raw
meaning its not sugar coated. theres no glaze on this donut.
its how it is. raw
yet, raw? like what?
raw like a cold carrot from the fridge, raw? or maybe the raw that paragraphs describe as scrubbed down to the bone?
raw: its free of dirt.
theres no thought to it. its free of any analysis or second guesses.
its damp and warm
its untrained yet all-knowing
its difficult to express but easy to feel
and i love that.
love is raw. and i love that.
the idea that love is nothing you can touch with your hands
or your lips
or your eyelashes.
you cant give yourself love. not the kind of love we all wish for.
its meant to be a gift. its meant to be something that we toss out.
like a paper plane.
we want that plane to fly. so badly do we wish for it to stay on the wind forever. but the pilot denies our plea and grants us permission to land too soon. and thats how we fall.
and thats why we dont love everything.
because we hate falling.
its scary. its raw.
i think raw is the best and the absolute worst word to describe love.
raw
meaning its not sugar coated. theres no glaze on this donut.
its how it is. raw
yet, raw? like what?
raw like a cold carrot from the fridge, raw? or maybe the raw that paragraphs describe as scrubbed down to the bone?
raw: its free of dirt.
theres no thought to it. its free of any analysis or second guesses.
its damp and warm
its untrained yet all-knowing
its difficult to express but easy to feel
and i love that.
love is raw. and i love that.
This was nice.
ReplyDeleteI like how you tied in the paper planes
ReplyDelete"Its free of any analysis or second guesses." yah i love that!
ReplyDelete"you cant give yourself love. not the kind of love we all wish for.
ReplyDeleteits meant to be a gift." I love this!!!
This paper "feels."
ReplyDeleteGreat illustration. Love vs. Like. The planes.
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