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- Jeff Brown

"Sometimes people walk away from love because it is so beautiful that it terrifies them. Sometimes they leave because the connection shines a bright light on their dark places and they are not ready to work them through. Sometimes they run away because they are not developmentally prepared to merge with another- they have more individuation work to do first. Sometimes they take off because love is not a priority in their lives- they have another path and purpose to walk first. Sometimes they end it because they prefer a relationship that is more practical than conscious, one that does not threaten the ways that they organize reality. Because so many of us carry shame, we have a tendency to personalize love’s leavings, triggered by the rejection and feelings of abandonment. But this is not always true. Sometimes it has nothing to do with us. Sometimes the one who leaves is just not ready to hold it safe. Sometimes they know something we don’t – they know their limits at that momen…
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When in doubt of letting go of toxic people:

Imagine what your life would be like if you didn’t let go of any of the people you were afraid to let go of. You would be so small. Growth comes from movement, from stepping away from what you know. Every person that you had to let go of is pushing you forward by not being there.
You know, they say that there is a part of the human chest that if you strike it hard enough, it makes the person’s heart explode. This sounds like such a lie that I have to believe it’s the truth. 
If I were science, I’d never tell anyone where this place is. If I were science, I’d have named this place after you.
Love, I want you to know that I could read all the dictionaries available in every single language and there still wouldn't be a single or enough words to describe how wonderful you are.  I'm not very good at writing about things that make me happy so I hope you don't take this the wrong way. I love you.  I love you.  I love you.

I wonder what it’s like being 30 and waking up to you gone for the week on a work trip and having the entire bed to myself for the first time in ages so I starfish the life out of it, but somehow drift over to your side because I already miss you. 
I wonder what it’s like being 42 and waking up for work content that the same pair of tired e…

March snippets + Early April update:

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Aside from the amount of due dates I'm trying to rush, plus, the midterms that are coming up, April has been gentle, and I hope it is for you too.






Meet Scooby and Lance, less than a few months old and left to fend for themselves, this was before we took them in and scrubbed them down and gave them new homes.









As mentioned before, I went overseas for fieldwork that was required in order to pass my unit, the entire week has been about very little sleep and a hell lot of sun. 


Picture this:
Ten years from now, you’re sitting in a big house, all white picket fence and porch swings. 
Ten years ago you swore you’d be living in a big city with her by your side but something happened along the way and you watched as those plans disintegrated in the palms of your hands. You watch the sunrise and you watch the sunset and you wonder if she’s somewhere on the other side of the planet like she promised. 
“I gotta get out of here,” she said, “it doesn’t matter how I do it or where I go, I’m getting out.” 

Picture this:
Twenty years from now, you find your first grey hair. You dutifully have that middle aged panic attack that everyone seems obliged to have and you screw up your eyes and pull it out. 
Your life is pretty steady now: good, calm, like you’ve finally figured things out. 
“I’m getting old,” you grumble. 
And somewhere, at the back of your mind, you wonder if she’s getting old too. 

Picture this: 
Fifty years from now your hair is like snow (if you have any, that is).…