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Is it worth it? That’s really what you have to think. At the end of the day is it all really worth it? Will this be worth it in 40 years or 4 or whatever?
a lot of my patients.
EDIT: Somethings in life are not pretty, but that is the reality man has made, and come to accept. If we wish to change we would have begun a massive transformation years ago. Sadly what used to make us weep is nothing more than a curiosity. Mental illness is real, suicide is all to real. When is the last time you offered a hand to a stranger in need? Before you criticize or pass judgement, make sure we are at level on a level playing field.
Yesterday I helped a stranger. A young African American kid that I came to meet and he told me that he thought his life was predestined to poverty and meaninglessness. I sensed he was very bright. I asked him if he considered going to college. He told me there is no way he could ever get into college. I told him he WILL get into college and next week I made an appointment for him to see a financial aid counselor and academic adviser. He will not be a statistic.
We all can change this fucked up planet and deliver it from mediocrity and pain to a god damn utopia if we only pull together.
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers.
We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin.
Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come.
I think that has to be part of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you.
And I will not be afraid of your scars.
I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know:
Whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap, your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
pig napping on my back & doing endless NFL researching in an NBA composition book.
"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world….
Perks of living with musicians: learning to play the cello.
Downside of living with a musician who records others: enduring these incredibly terrible lyrics from an otherwise pretty cool dude.
— Pablo Neruda
— Ralph Waldo Emerson