Shits and Giggles

briandanielwolf: Tumblr, are you there? It’s me, Brian. I...

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 02:35:40 -0400

Tumblr, are you there? It’s me, Brian.

I don’t normally ask for much from you, but if you could help me just this once it’d mean the world to me.

As part of a larger research trip this spring, I was staying in Portland for a few days. An old friend of mine invited me to visit her in the northern part, over an hour away by bus from the dorm I was crashing at. Sketchbook in hand, I take the opportunity to catch up on my travel journals; I’m three days behind, and I figure it’ll keep me company on the long ride up.

But there was this girl.

I don’t know exactly how long she was on the shuttle, but there she was, sitting in the row across from mine, working in her own sketchbook. In between my scribbles, all the way up north, I catch little glimpses of her out of the corner of my eye. A red jacket; short, blonde hair; boots of some sort. She seems nice; beautiful, too. I’m stuck in my own little world, though, and I figure I’ll just talk to her after I’m finished with my journal.

But then she stands up. Already she’s reached her stop, but before she leaves, the girl tears out a page from her sketchbook, the page that I am holding right now, and hands it to me. I read it, and I cannot form a single thought. No words can come out. The girl looks me in the eye, gives me the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen and without ever saying a single word…

disappears.

It took me five blocks past my stop to comprehend what had just happened. This is something that happens in movies and shoujo manga, right? That didn’t actually happen… no way it actually happened. That was just two days ago and I am left to accept that yes, it did happen. Unfortunately, my trip is over; I am now on the other side of the country, and have no idea when I’ll ever be able to return to Portland.

So… Tumblr. I know this is a long shot. I don’t know if a reblog will reach her; I’m not sure she even has an account. But I have to find this girl again. I don’t want anything from her. I just want to be able to finally tell her,

“Thank you. You’re beautiful, too.”

hannalew: vincent van gogh

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 02:34:29 -0400

hannalew: vincent van gogh:

hannalew:

Last night as I was busing to Zoe’s I saw this man sitting a few seats away from me. He had red curly hair, broken glasses and a lovely little closely-trimmed beard. Looked like an art student, paint in the crooks of his fingernails and scribbling notes down in his sketchbook. He could not have…

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Tue, 17 Jan 2012 01:24:38 -0500

"Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself."

Sat, 24 Sep 2011 15:45:16 -0400

“Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.”

- André Breton (via implicitshine)

nevver: Cut Here

Sun, 18 Sep 2011 22:28:42 -0400

nevver:

Cut Here

“Often times, you have to let people go. Everyone who’s in your life, is meant to be in your journey; but not all of them are meant to stay there.”

Thu, 15 Sep 2011 02:12:45 -0400

"So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change..."

Thu, 15 Sep 2011 02:04:05 -0400

“So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, comformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.”

- Christopher McCandless (via seweenie)

My love story

Sun, 11 Sep 2011 03:46:17 -0400

She says, I wanted to apologize for how things went.

This I was not expecting. Anything but this. After a life of being used and abused by almost every man in her life i never expected her to show compassion for the hurt caused to others. The compassionate side quickly wins out and the stoic takes over. The pirate flag is lowered.

Don’t. There is no need. These things happen. This is how it had to go and we knew that from the start. It was too much, too soon under improbable conditions and impossible circumstances. It does not matter how it ended, it only matters that it was. That we were happy, if only briefly. Nothing can take that away and we will always share those memories and the bond they create. It was our world populated by our desires and fears. None but us were allowed in and none but us will ever know how it felt. Great loves must recognize and accept that they will be both exceptional and short lived. Like a fire that burns too hot and consumes all air around it, the same air that is necessary to sustain it. But the fire has no concern for the future, it cares only for its own enormity and it will harken it’s own demise to burn ever brighter. It is these facts that heighten the love to a level unknown to most. We built that fire. We fed the fire. We can not be surprised when we feel it’s scorch and the wreckage that is left. We can only go forward with the scar and the smile of how it was acquired, that we stood close enough to feel it’s heat. And we will forever hope to embrace its warmth again knowing the fire will never be allowed to burn so bright again.

Whiskey, warms the belly and cools the heart.

Sun, 11 Sep 2011 01:34:57 -0400

Whiskey, warms the belly and cools the heart.

What's your story?

Sun, 11 Sep 2011 00:35:12 -0400

We all have stories of love. Both good and bad. The first crush on a friend or schoolmate, the first kiss, first rejection, the last lover and the current. I want to hear your stories, I want you to share them with me and the world. Let’s remind everyone we are not alone.

undertheseaweed: And in the end, the love you get is equal to...

Sat, 10 Sep 2011 14:41:25 -0400

undertheseaweed:

And in the end, the love you get is equal to the love you give. - The Beatles

"To say ‘I love you’ one must know first how to say the ‘I.’"

Tue, 23 Aug 2011 02:30:03 -0400

“To say ‘I love you’ one must know first how to say the ‘I.’”

- Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

"One is never satisfied with a portrait of a person that one knows."

Tue, 23 Aug 2011 02:24:32 -0400

“One is never satisfied with a portrait of a person that one knows.”

- Johann Wolgang von Goethe, Elective Affinities

"I love those who yearn for the impossible."

Tue, 23 Aug 2011 02:21:00 -0400

“I love those who yearn for the impossible.”

- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust

"If you wish women to love you, be original; I know a man who used to wear felt boots summer and..."

Tue, 23 Aug 2011 02:11:03 -0400

“If you wish women to love you, be original; I know a man who used to wear felt boots summer and winter, and women fell in love with him.”

- Anton Chekhov

"There is something beautiful, touching and poetic when one person loves more than the other, and the..."

Tue, 23 Aug 2011 02:06:00 -0400

“There is something beautiful, touching and poetic when one person loves more than the other, and the other is indifferent.”

- Anton Chekhov, After the Theatre

"You make the mistake of thinking that you have to choose, that you have to do what you want, that..."

Wed, 03 Aug 2011 01:28:45 -0400

“You make the mistake of thinking that you have to choose, that you have to do what you want, that there are conditions for happiness. What matters– all that matters, really– is the will to happiness, a kind of enormous, ever present consciousness.”

- Mersault, A Happy Death by Albert Camus, 1971 (via crappymoosee)

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Sat, 30 Jul 2011 02:09:41 -0400

"There is always something ridiculous about the emotion of people whom one has ceased to love."

Wed, 20 Jul 2011 23:51:05 -0400

“There is always something ridiculous about the emotion of people whom one has ceased to love.”

- Oscar Wilde, the New Shelton wet/dry (via nevver)

"It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we’re talking about when we talk..."

Sat, 16 Jul 2011 02:38:03 -0400

“It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we’re talking about when we talk about love.”

- Raymond Carver, Where I’m Calling From: New and Selected Stories (via wordsfrombooks)