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Thundercat Concert

Our Adventures Together...

And more to come!

Our Wedding

ele born & raised Cali girl omw to...

...Texas to meet Brain!

Til Death Do Us Party

The world burns and,I write poems for you Oceans boil,Thick with the bloodOf Mephistopheles Howling winds ofsuperfluous lackSweep an unflinching landscape,Lying, swollen in waitFor the endWhich was etched in stoneBefore the beginning Elders cry of the fall,Of moral decline, the&nbsp;Death of a world thatNever existed The foolhardy cackleOf the flame which burnsIn the last hearthIn the first cave Gives rise to thoughtsOf you

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"In spite of everything I loved you, and will go on loving you--on my knees, with my shoulders drawn back, showing my heels to the headsman and straining my goose neck--even then. And afterwards--perhaps most of all afterwards--I shall love you, and one day we shall have a real, all-embracing explanation, and then perhaps we shall somehow fit together, you and I, and turn ourselves in such a way that we form one pattern, and solve the puzzle: draw a line from point A to point B.... without looking, or, without lifting the pencil... or in some other way... we shall connect the points, draw the line, and you and I shall form that unique design for which I yearn."

"Invitation to a Beheading" - Vladimir Nabokov

Love is real only when a person can sacrifice himself for another person. Only when a person forgets himself for the sake of another, and lives for another creature, only this kind of love can be called true love, and only in this love do we see the blessing and reward of life. This is the foundation of the world. Nothing can make our life, or the lives of other people, more beautiful than perpetual kindness. Kindness enriches our life; with kindness mysterious things become clear, difficult things become easy, and dull things become cheerful.

Leo Tolstoy

So we could rave on, darling, you and I,until the stars tick out a lullaby&nbsp;&nbsp;about each cosmic pro and con; So we shall walk barefoot on walnut shellsof withered worlds, and stamp out puny hells&nbsp;&nbsp;and heavens till the spirits squeaksurrender.

"Love Is A Parallax" - Sylvia Plath

I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything.

"Night and Day" - Virginia Woolf

HE PLACED HIS HANDSON MY MINDBEFORE REACHING&nbsp;FOR MY WAISTMY HIPSMY LIPSHE DIDN’T CALL MEBEAUTIFUL FIRSTHE CALLED ME&nbsp;EXQUISITE

Rupi Kaur

“We are not idealized wild things.We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we were. As we are no longer. As we will one day not be at all.”

"The Year of Magical Thinking" ― Joan Didion

Between two infinite blacknesses&nbsp;We will meet with warm embrace on sun-kissed days andBetween blinks under moonlit skiesWe will seek out each other eternally through countless lives&nbsp;Which will pass by as do the sands of timeBetween the fingers of death's haughty hands&nbsp; Words, words would never be enoughNo matter the meter nor the rhymeTo express how I truly feelWould take all of time&nbsp; It is not to be admired simply from here or thereNor line by line, or page by pageIt should be felt, and lived from age to ageA feeling that can never die, but must be expressed through life It is a perpetual work, stretching from the beginning to the endFrom the cosmic dust swirling in the infiniteTo the death of the universe as it is all pulled apartIt is never quite finished but destined to begin again back at the startBetween two infinite blacknessesWe will find love in each other, swelling forever in our hearts

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