a girl named honor

this is where i share with you the scraps of beauty i encounter while also regurgitating my thoughts to complete strangers and closest friends.
all work is my own unless otherwise noted.

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engagement photoshoot with andrew and nicole:). such a fabulous couple with a whole lot of love to give. i can’t wait for their wedding.

the atlantic was born today, and i’ll tell you how.

i am learning that love sometimes requires the second most painful action of letting go of a person in order to prevent the further infliction that could potentially be even worse.

this is how it works.

to love life, to love it even
 when you have no stomach for it
 and everything you’ve held dear 
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, 
your throat filled with the silt of it.
 when grief sits with you, its tropical heat 
thickening the air, heavy as water
 more fit for gills than lungs;
 when grief weights you like your own flesh
 only more of it, an obesity of grief,
 you think, how can a body withstand this? 
then you hold life like a face 
between your palms, a plain face, 
no charming smile, no violet eyes,

and you say, yes, i will take you.
 i will love you, again.

no one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. people must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite
— nelson mandela
Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source. — Leo Tolstoy View high resolution

Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source. — Leo Tolstoy

one day you fall for this boy. and he touches you with his fingers. and he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. and it hurts when you look at him. and it hurts when you don’t. and it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass
— [the tracey fragments]
Diane Court: I love you. Lloyd Dobler: What? Diane Court: I love you. How many more times do I have to say it? Lloyd Dobler: One more would be nice. Diane Court: I love you… please. I love you. 

Diane Court: I love you. 
Lloyd Dobler: What? 
Diane Court: I love you. How many more times do I have to say it? 
Lloyd Dobler: One more would be nice. 
Diane Court: I love you… please. I love you. 

but i wish i could feel all it for you
i wish i could be it all for you
if i could erase the pain
and maybe you’d feel the same
i’d do it all for you
i would
— [ellie goulding: guns and horses]
when you cry a piece of my heart dies
knowing that i may have been the cause
if you were to leave
fulfill someone else’s dreams
i think i might totally be lost
you don’t ask for no diamond rings no delicate string of pearls
that’s why i wrote this song to sing
my beautiful girl
— [city and colour: the girl]
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