a familiar realm

The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack - and then gently pour your love into that crack.

When walking or resting in nature, honor that realm by being there fully. Be still. Look. Listen. See how every animal and every plant is completely itself.

I love rawness so much. Falsely started sentences, mispelled words, things that you cannot say, that you have no words for. The way a person’s voice cracks up when he sings. The way you see wrinkles beneath the eyes of someone older each time she smiles. It makes me believe that everything doesn’t have to be perfect, but it’s fine. It is what makes us all human. Unfiltered. Honest. It makes me believe in life again, reminding me that there are still a lot of beautiful things left in this world.

I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature.. All of this is art to me.