My random assortment of awesome pictures and words.
Our hands find each other without further discussion. Of course we will go into this as one.
topanga: i remember this one time i was trying to help cory with this poem we had for school. not just the words of it, but the essence behind it. i went over to his house, he read the poem and i danced all around his kitchen. and i put lipstick all over my face.
angela: and why do we remember that story so well?
topanga: cause i always thought that was the moment he fell in love with me. you know, he always used to be the one bringing me back to reality, i don’t know what happened to him.
angela: oh honey, you did. you’re the greatest influence in his life, topanga. he needs you to take his hand, dance around him, help him through what’s going on right now. baby, without you all he has is reality.
You couldn’t relive your life, skipping the awful parts, without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole—like the world, or the person you loved.
The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.
The pleasure of all reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.
Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.