I want to marry whomever did this.
And so it’s with great humility and pure love that I offer you this lesson: Please, never hesitate to say I love you. If you feel the words brewing, but there’s some blockage (like fear or shyness or anger or belligerence) in your way, I beg of you: Plow right through that shit. You never know when it might be your only chance to utter those beautiful, magical words. It is a privilege; it’s a gift we’ve been given that we can say these words to one another. Never hesitate. Never pause. If you feel them, say them, speak them, sing them — whatever you have to do to honor the moment. You won’t regret it.
twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did. so throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. catch the trade winds in your sails. explore. dream. discover. —
Twenty years from now, I don’t want to look back on my life and ever think I did not live and love hard enough. So far, so good. <3
I’m shooting a wedding this weekend, found some inspiration photos that are just too good not to share.
I want to be the one who knows the best way to love you.
Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. — Emerson
Everybody wanna know what my Achilles heel is. Love, I don’t get enough of it. — Jay Z
When I stop and think about what it’s all about I do come up with some answers, but they don’t help very much.
I think it is safe to say that life is pretty mysterious. And hard.
Life is short. I know that much. That life is short. And that it’s important to keep reminding oneself of it. That life is short. Just because it is. I suspect that each of us is going to wake up some morning to suddenly find ourselves old men (or women) without knowing how we got that way. Wondering where it all went. Regretting all the things we didn’t do. So I think that the sooner we realize that life is short the better off we are.
Now, to get down to the basics. There are 24 hours a day. There is you and there are other people. The idea is to fill these 24 hours as best one can. With love and fun. Or things that are interesting. Or what have you. Other people are most important. Art is rewarding. Books and movies are good fillers, and the most reliable.
Now you know that life is not so simple as I am making it sound. We are all a bit fucked up, and here lies the problem. To try and get rid of the fucked up parts, so we can just relax and be ourselves. For what time we have left.
We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a wall is romance. Sex is easy; you can do it with anyone, yourself, with batteries. Romance is when someone you like walks into a room and they take your breath away. Romance is when two people are dancing and they fit together perfectly. Romance is when two people are walking next to each other and all of a sudden they find themselves holding hands, and they don’t know how that happened. — John C. Moffi