“Maybe you can afford to wait.
Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow.
Maybe for you there’s one thousand
tomorrows, or three thousand, or
ten, so much time you can bathe in
it, roll around it, let it slide like coins
through you fingers. So much time
you can waste it. But for some of us
there’s only today. And the truth
is, you never really know.”
– Lauren Oliver
“That’s what real love amounts to,
letting a person be what he really is.
Most people love you for who you
pretend to be. To keep their love,
you keep pretending, performing.
You get to love your pretense. It’s
true, we’re locked in an image, an
act and the sad thing is, people get
so used to their image, they grow
attached to their masks. They love
their chains. They forget all about
who they really are. And if you try
to remind them, they hate you for it,
they feel like you’re trying to steal
their most precious possession.”
– Jim Morrison
“I want to see you. Know your
voice. Recognize you when you first
come ’round the corner. Sense your scent
when I come into a room you’ve just left.
Know the lift of your heel, the glide of
your foot. Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips then let them part, just
the slightest bit, when I lean in to your
space and kiss you. I want to know the
joy of how you whisper “more.”
“One, remember to look up at
the stars and not down at your feet.
Two, never give up work. Work gives
you meaning and purpose and life is
empty without it. Three, if you are
lucky enough to find love, remember
it is there and don’t throw it away.”
– Stephen Hawking
Written by Jacob Ibrag
This morning my boss called me into her office and asked me if I was happy, if this is where I wanted to be. She didn’t seem angry; no it was more of an inquiring expression that painted her rosy cheeks. She couldn’t have been upset with me; her lazy like curly mane was dancing upon her shoulders. That’s how everyone in the office knew whether or not to approach her. If her hair was in bun, it was a clear sign to avoid interaction as much as possible. This was different; she was genuinely interested in knowing if I was happy. Connecting eyes with ease, I smiled and remained silent.
‘I’ll take that as a yes then?’ She asked smiling back.
Slowly panning from her eyes to the wall on my left, I noticed a painting of the golden gate bridge she had installed a…
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