Pedacito de amor delirante.

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I have seen this post appear on my dash a few times now and it continues to give me pause every time it does.
I get the simplicity of the message and the idea, but something bothers me about it. I am not sure if I want to love like I am 81. I guess I instantly imagined being that age and all the ailments and forgetfulness that comes as the years collect on us. With that same wisdom of years comes the heartache of loss over time. And maybe some pangs of regret.
Fucking like I am 18 made me chuckle. I am sure the idea was the fire and youth that goes with the age, but shit. I was still learning so much about myself at that age that made fucking interesting, in an awkward sort if way.
I say? Love and fuck like everyday is your last. Passionately, intensely, without regret.

This ^^^^

"Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else."

- William Faulkner (via 0b-scurity)

(Source: thewaythroughdoors, via eletheowl)


Tiny watercolor commission from a while back. #watercolor