colescosmo

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i could be having the most awful day but then see a little girl laughing with her mom and think that oh maybe it is all worth it

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I am so hopelessly in love

In love with how hands fit perfectly together; as if they are meant to hold each other

In love with the kind of laughter that leaves you gasping for air

In love with the moments when you’re so filled with happiness that all you can do is cry

In love with the trust and love a pet has for it’s owner

In love with the reflection of the moon on the ocean

In love with the warm summer breeze

In love with the fiery leaves of autumn

In love with the snowmen in the yards of family homes

In love with how people get excited over the smallest things

In love with how peoples’ eyes shine when talking about the things they love

In love with the belly laugh of children

In love with the platonic love between friends

In love with love

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“Go and love someone exactly as they are. And then watch them transform into the greatest, truest version of themselves.”

— Wes Angelozzi

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sometimes i think about the span of human existence and how if you spread your arms out in a long line and said my body is acting as a poem of all the universe's birthdays, the smallest sliver of your furthest nail would be our entire history as humans. and you, doing this, feeling your sternum crack into place because you're-getting-old and all of your bones crunch these days: you are the universe, measuring its own timeline. you're the memory of a starburst saying i gave birth to humans at the tip of my finger.

and i think about how crocodiles have been around for way longer than that fingernail and how sharks have been here forever too and how there are sea cucumbers that understand time like an angel would; their ages so astronomically long that i get dizzy looking down into them. i think about my dog, and how i am so fantastically ancient to him (an impossible number, staggering) and how, at the same time, i can order my life in eras of pets-i-have-loved and how my childhood died when my cat did.

and i wonder if the earth does the same thing, if nature keeps time in epochs. if the tree in the house where i grew up said oh a new family and got upset when one by one we all left for college and left behind our climbing and screaming and birdhouses. that same tree collapsed during a bad storm this winter; heartbroken. the whole inside was a hull, shivering and empty. it missed our roof by a whisper, almost like it held itself together so it couldn't pass a hole into the house it's been looking into for years now. the people who took it away clicked their teeth. it was a hundred years old, at least.

there are things that went extinct in my lifetime. there are memories that don't extend to the tip of the finger. four years ago, for the first time: i saw a bald eagle in the wild. ever since they've been sprouting strangely in my life, their origami frames hunched in a racket of brown feathers. something in the motion of wild animals braced against the new england weather - like we all (all of nature, all of the fingertip) have the same shared hate when it's cold sorrow. like in years and years and years of history we never really evolved a better method than to close your eyes and brace yourself against it.

i saw a butterfly today, staggering drunkenly in the early spring air. it's too early for her other friends. i want to tuck her back into bed and say it's not your time yet! her life like a pinprick in my own. in butterfly school they'd have to stretch out their scales and say - at the end of your furthest wing is where you are in the life of a human. she is in my life, isn't she. something about how my heart seized at the sight of her, so brave and lonely and unfair; and how it snowed yesterday (and will snow again, probably), and how, in spite of that, she was out there and flying.

something about waking up this morning and thinking - i'm too old for this. how my hips and knees and back all make new noises. how the other day at a grocery store i picked up the gloves an older woman had dropped, how she'd laughed and thanked me - i can't bend down like you young folks anymore.

something about the theory that there's been no visible life on other planets because we are too early. that we are the first butterfly of spring. all this bravery. we know it is probably hopeless, and still we go. breathless, the same tactic - we brace against the cold.

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“Breathe, until you remember how it feels to be alive.”

— Kai Masa

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“I never want to stop making memories with you.”

— Pierre Jeanty

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“Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.”

— Nikita Gill

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“With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.”

— William Shakespeare

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“One of the most beautiful things we can do is to help one another. Kindness doesn’t cost a thing.”

— Unknown

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Truth is that the heart needs more forms of love from your partner than just romantic love. It needs the nurturing and unconditional love like the one that comes from a parent. It needs the love that helps you achieve your maximum potential, that empowers your virtues and is patient with your flaws like that of a teacher. It needs the love of a friend who will listen without judgment, who will laugh with you and be your confidant and accomplice. It needs the devoted love of a healer who will tend to your wounds and hurts and never turn a blind eye to your suffering but rather help the healing process knowing all the time the healing and the timing is all yours. Love is more than just romance and passion, and sooner or later it will die out if you do not nurture all the other faces of love. For if love has a thousand faces, how bland would it be if my love for you were the same one all the time. 

e.v.e.

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“But then it passed, as all things do.”

— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

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shades of green in Van Gogh’s paintings

(via)

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“I think too deeply about everything. I still don’t know if that allows me to see more of the world, or less of it.”

— Mobeen Hakeem

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it’s little things like this that i love about humanity