it is not easy … to wait. waiting is what the hunter does, and the poet and the slugger. he waits for the moment of inevitability and fate and then he swings, or shoots, or takes up the pen to put down a line. they don’t teach us to wait in america; they teach us to grab. but waiting is what we do when we are looking for something beautiful, when we are looking for an end to our sorrow. nothing is infinite in life, not even sorrow. you just have to wait.

Truth.

lmfao I love this part<3

there are two kinds of love…in the safe kind you look for someone who’s exactly like you. it’s what most folks settle for. but then there’s the other kind of love. everyone’s born with a ragged edge, and some folks crave that piece that’s a perfect fit. you’ll search for it forever, if you have to. and if you’re lucky enough to find it, it looks so right, you start to tear at your own seams, thinking, maybe i could look just as perfect. but then, of course, when you try to get close to their other half, you don’t fit anymore. that kind of love…you come out of it a different person than you were when you started.

don’t be afraid to be a fool. remember, you cannot be both young and wise. young people who pretend to be wise to the ways of the world are mostly just cynics. cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it is the farthest thing from it. because cynics don’t learn anything. because cynicism is a self-imposed blindness, a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us or disappoint us. cynics always say no. but saying yes begins things. saying yes is how things grow. saying yes leads to knowledge. “yes” is for young people. so for as long as you have the strength to, say yes.

it’s funny. your muscles have a certain memory about them. that’s why we can tie our shoes or play piano without looking. but then you spend a long enough time with someone and your bodies memorize each other, you know? the warmth of your back, the pace of your heartbeat, your tickly eyelashes, and the way your fingers would curl in sequence when i used to play with your palm. another person is like moving to a new country where you don’t know the language, it’s a scary thing.

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