I was just thinking of how much courage it actually takes to love someone. You give them your complete permission to hurt you without any guarantee that they won’t. You commit to cry and suffer with and for them, knowing full well that even if it works out, eventually and inevitably one of you will mourn the ultimate loss of the other. I can now see that love takes heart, lot’s of heart, and lovers are in many ways like Lions. Lions are fearless and Lions are magic.
do you guys realize we can change our lives any time we want like you can just go ahead and delete ur blog, stop eating meat, shave or head, start running, tell that person you hate why you hate them so much, confess your love to someone and kiss them unexpectedly like why don’t we do that
hey if you teach your parrot to say ‘parrot’ it’s probably as close as you’ll get to owning a pokemon
My brother tells a story about his roommate’s parrot, that everyone who came to the house would say “you’re a bird!” to it so the bird would repeat the phrase back, no big. Until one day my brother was alone in the house with it and heard it say, very quietly, “I’m a bird.” My brother almost dropped a plate.