Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep. You are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone. Maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for love. Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type. Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce–love looks older now, but just as beautiful as you remember. Maybe love is only there for a month. Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit.
Maybe love stays. Maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t.
Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, and love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives say, “Welcome, make yourself comfortable.” If love leaves, ask her to leave the door opened behind her. Turn off the music. Listen to the quiet. Whisper, “Thank you for stopping by.”"
since we didn’t have class last week because of the snow my professor didn’t make us do the reading and we watched a movie about consciousness today in my psychology class
and the movie wasn’t all that interesting really - the content was but it just kind of drug on about things that probably would only take like 5 minutes to cover
but the guy who was hosting it was SO GREAT. i just really loved him because he was so PASSIONATE about his project. you could tell he just really loved learning new things and talking about it with others. like when he would be talking with someone who was doing an experiment, he would just get so EXCITED about it. he was just really enthusiastic about getting to learn.
basically i’m just really charmed when people get passionate and excited about things they care about. even if i’m not personally interested in that thing, i will happily sit and listen to you talk about it for hours if you’re doing it with enthusiasm because i just love passionate people so much.