You see, love’s a funny thing- the way it lingers in the mind. No matter what you do or the passing of time, that ember still glows for those lovers behind. No matter if it’s well remembered, that light still shines .
Being As An Ocean, The Hardest Part Is Forgetting Those You Swore You Would Never Forget
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
So me and my friends baked cookies for being as an ocean and brownies for the amity affliction but the venue wouldn’t let us take them in. We messaged baao on twitter and told them we couldn’t take them in and asked them too come out and they did! We gave them their cookies and the brownies for taa and Joel was so sweet. During the show Joel saw me and pulled me in and gave me the mic during The Hardest Part… Then during Dear G-d he came into the crowd and I stood in front of him screaming with him. It was so intimate and amazing, they put on such an amazing show, so much love for these dudes.
being as an ocean//the hardest part is forgetting those you swore you would never forget
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They say your first love is something you’ll never forget
The person you first loved under the summer sun of your junior year who held you close and swore the stars were in your eyes and they would ever leave
The intense, young love.
Innocent, pure, unpredictable.
It’s true that you’ll never forget that love, but the love is not what you don’t forget
You remember the first time someone literally took your heart out of your chest and drained every ounce of fluid from it as you watched another person hold onto his
You remember how he swore he loved you and when those words came out of his mouth you felt like you understood the rest of the world,
And when he said he didn’t feel it anymore you understood why in the first month with him your mother told you to slow down
You don’t remember how you remember, but you remember how you never actually forgot
It’s been a year and I still love every ounce of your being