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I interviewed a woman who is terminally ill. ‘So,’ I tried to delicately ask, ‘What is it like to wake up every morning and know that you are dying?’ ‘Well,’ she responded, ‘What is it like to wake up every morning and pretend that you are not?’
Jul 26, 2014 / 157,969 notes
Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
E.M. Forster, A Passage to India (via wordsnquotes)

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I hate distance. You meet the best people and they are always far away.
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Distance is not for the fearful, it is for the bold. It’s for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It’s for those knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don’t see it nearly enough.
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How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.
Nina LaCour, Hold Still (via versteur)

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photos and falling in love

By the time I finish editing a photo session, whether it be portraits or a wedding or something else entirely, I know every wrinkle on his face. I know the pimple on her forehead. I’ve seen every imperfection closely and repeatedly.

But I’ve memorized the shape of his eyes. I could trace them on a paper. I’ve seen her hair light up with the sunset and her hands try to tame it, but fail. Some wild things are beautiful. Her hair. His eyes. The shapes and the imperfections.

You have to fall in love with the photos a bit, I think. And you fall in love with the person, too. Not in a romantic way, even. In the way you fall in love with the sunset or with driving at midnight or with a fresh cup of coffee or with the words he wrote that night at 1am. You know they’re not perfect, but you know they’re beautiful none the less. You fall in love with that imperfect beauty.

That may be the deepest falling in love: to fall in love with something wholly. To know the imperfections and choose to love anyway.

The burden and the gift of my job is that I get to share what I see. Those photos are my eyes and my hope is that the world, or even just one person, falls in love in the same way.

Jul 20, 2014 / 96 notes


leave the past right where it’s at.

be more heart

& less attack.

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Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
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