Tuesday, September 30, 2008

The Shade

You were always my dark cloud that let me stare at the sun.

The Luck Of The Draw

You only get to touch a handful of souls in your lifetime. Know them well and make sure they remember you.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

The Big Blue Sea

I don't care how many fish there are in the sea. I don't want a fish. I want you. 

Friday, September 26, 2008

The Day You Read This

On this day, you read something that moved you and made you realise there were no more fears to fear. No tears to cry. No head to hang in shame. That every time you thought you’d offended someone, it was all just in your head and really, they love you with all their heart and nothing will ever change that. That everyone and everything lives on inside you. That that doesn’t make any of it any less real.

That soft touches will change you and stay with you longer than hard ones.

That being alone means you’re free. That old lovers miss you and new lovers want you and the one you’re with is the one you’re meant to be with. That the tingles running down your arms are angel feathers and they whisper in your ear, constantly, if you choose to hear them. That everything you want to happen, will happen, if you decide you want it enough. That every time you think a sad thought, you can think a happy one instead.

That you control that completely.

That the people who make you laugh are more beautiful than beautiful people. That you laugh more than you cry. That crying is good for you. That the people you hate wish you would stop and you do too.

That your friends are reflections of the best parts of you. That you are more than the sum total of the things you know and how you react to them. That dancing is sometimes more important than listening to the music.

That the most embarrassing, awkward moments of your life are only remembered by you and no one else. That no one judges you when you walk into a room and all they really want to know, is if you’re judging them. That what you make and what you do with your time is more important than you’ll ever fathom and should be treated as such. That the difference between a job and art is passion. That neither defines who you are. That talking to strangers is how you make friends.

That bad days end but a smile can go around the world. That life contradicts itself, constantly. That that’s why it’s worth living.

That the difference between pain and love is time. That love is only as real as you want it to be. That if you feel good, you look good but it doesn’t always work the other way around.

That the sun will rise each day and it’s up to you each day if you match it. That nothing matters up until this point. That what you decide now, in this moment, will change the future. Forever. That rain is beautiful.

And so are you.

PS. Thank you for reading 500 things I’ve written for you. Whether you post it on your tumblr, myspace, facebook, vox, livejournal, blogspot, e-mail it or write it down on paper so you can find it again, words and pictures cannot express how grateful Jon and I are that you read this.

The Place We Were In

And strum my fingers gently across your skin, like I was playing the slowest love song in the world and only you and I could hear it.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

The Sounds Of Life

I would whisper every rude word I know in your ear.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

The Common Thread

You don't get to pull these stitches out. No matter how much I still love you.

Monday, September 22, 2008

The Space Between Seconds

It's not your watch I care about. It's the time you keep.

The Waiting Room

Wait. But don't wait too long. Work hard. But don't forget how to play. Sing loudly. But don't learn all the words. Wonder. But not so much that you lose yourself. Read magazines. But read more books.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

The Person You Aren't

You don't have to be the person you tell people you are. You can just be who you are.

The Profile

I thought I'd found my favourite picture of me. Then I realised it was just because you were in it, too.

The General Consensus

Love who and what you love because you love them. Not because other people do. Or don't.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

The Book Of Faces

You'll find the link on the right hand side.

The Moment Before

Just tell them how you feel. Is anyone going to die?


But one day, you will.

Would you like to do that before or after you tell them?

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

The Bonus Round

You're so God damn beautiful, I cry, before I begin to write.

The Moment After

Good or bad, right or wrong, you only ever really hear the truth after you've been fucked.

Monday, September 15, 2008

The Now That Didn't Then

But really, everything happens all at once.

Every single moment that's passed and the moments still to come are all happening right now, in this moment. You are young. You are old. You laugh. You cry. You smile. You win. You lose. You don't care about either anymore. You love. You don't. You love again. You hurt. You heal.

All at once.

There's nothing and no one to miss because it's all still happening. They're still here.

And it'll all continue to happen, forever.

Friday, September 12, 2008

The Last Second

But what if I still love you?

Thursday, September 11, 2008

The Lonely

They miss you as much as you miss them. If not more.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

The Once, Twice

Let love not be like lightning. Let me feel this way again one day, even if I lose you.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

The Violent And Often

Create. Not because you want to or because the mood grabs you or just because you happen to feel like it. Create because you need to. Because it feels like if you don't, you might die.

Monday, September 8, 2008

The Thousand Words

I fell in love with the way you wrote. How you took the time to say exactly what you meant instead of leaving everything to those inane moments when we’d meet in the street, making strange noises with our mouths in the hope that they’d somehow convey how we felt.

You and I were always better written down than standing up.

Friday, September 5, 2008

The Time Inside

You can't find yourself inside yourself.

Step outside. I'll meet you there.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

The Misconception

This was never meant to be about you. It was meant to be about you realising that it's all about the people around you.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

The Point of Contact

And then my soul saw you and it kind of went "Oh there you are. I've been looking for you."

Monday, September 1, 2008

The Fact Of The Matter

You get to choose the people you like. Not the people you love.