One Day

Eyes + Words

6/10/2016

“I hope that one day you will have the

experience of doing something you do

not understand for someone you love.”

– Jonathan Safran Foer


Art by AquaSixio

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Tomorrow

Eyes + Words

6/12/2016

“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


Photographer Unknown

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Hate

Eyes + Words

6/13/2016

“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


Artist Unknown

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More

Eyes + Words

6/15/2016

“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.”

– Rumi


Photographer Unknown

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Bridge

Worth Reblogging.

Eyes + Words

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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