Her mane was gold as the sun. Her satiny luminosity was pleasing to the eye. The forgotten complexion of maternal origin. Her delicate features can seem almost masklike. An ethereal beauty that somehow projects serenity and wisdom. Tall and slender in frame, her every movement was graceful. The way she walks, talks and carries herself was fluid and gentle with regal composure and elegant mannerism. Her voice a creamy purr, it was soothing and melodious…
Excellence is never an accident. It is always the result of high intention, sincere effort, and intelligent execution; it represents the wise choice of many alternatives - choice, not chance, determines your destiny.
—Aristotle (via kushandwizdom)
did i mention to you that i love your face?
it reminds me of a life that i missed
and the touch of your skin, how it takes me away
from the feeling of feeling like this.
all i want you to be is a good friend to me, for tomorrow i’ll be gone again
when i walk by your side, i’m a better man
and i noticed that you’re better too
and if the winds cover me down under the sea,
so fast i’ll return to you
…and when one of them meets the other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy and one will not be out of the other’s sight, as I may say, even for a moment…
—Plato (via kushandwizdom)