Standing all alone
I suddenly realized that
I can still stand tall.

awkwardsituationist:

"suns haste to set, that so remoter lights beckon the wanderer to his vaster home"
- ralph waldo emerson

photos by dave morrow in the american north pacific. (more photos of the milky way)

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2 weeks ago
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No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater…The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And that’s the key. It’s like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot.
The two most important days in your life are the the day you are born, and the day you find out why.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be… and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.
If you can see a future without me and that doesn’t break your heart then we’re not doing what I thought we were doing here.
Remember, the universe only became the universe when it shattered into dust
And that shattering is the one thing you can always trust enough to tell you
the truth is so quiet
you may never have heard it without a stethoscope pressed to your chest