A search for my people

I love things that make me feel passionate. I'm not really one to stand behind causes or corporations, but give me a book, play me a song, show me a painting and I will become them. I will feel so deeply connected I could swear I was made from pages of a book. At the climax of a Grainger folk song I can feel electricity in my palms. When I finish a book, no matter the ending, I feel like crying and screaming at the top of my lungs. I love people with smiles that tell you they have really great stories. I love looking at a person and seeing all the adventures we're going to have together. I feel like I'm a thousand and I feel like I'm two. At night on top of my car looking into the wide open sky I am that first person that ever looked up and saw the stars. I forget what century I'm in on a daily basis. I love so many things and I annoyingly obsess about shows and composers and people I've never actually met, but these things just have a way of working themselves inside my head. I love beautiful things and sometimes that's just all I can think about. I love things and I love love. I love loving people and books, and shows and just love feeling things that make me feel excited. I'm looking for people who feel the same. Who feel religiously about words and art and planting plants. I'm looking for the people who cry because they're happy, who walk on balance beam curbs and run barefoot in grocery stores. I want to fall down laughing with people and then fall asleep. I want dirty feet and painted hands and sloppily cut hair. Come with me, tell me everything that makes you want to run, tell me about all things that make your arms itch and your skin crawl. 

Let's go on an adventure, I don't care where we go.   

Make your passions mine  

-J

Boom De Adda

I don't know why I speak like I am in love, because I don't truly love any one person. But I do love taking deep breaths, I love touching everything with my hands. I love wandering around with nowhere but somewhere to go. I don't necessarily love running but I do love being out of breath. I love the feeling when you have to stifle a laugh but it keeps bubbling up and it spills out of your mouth like foam. I love being warm. I love being held and I love being told I'm headed the right direction. I love people who make me laugh, in fact if you can make me laugh you can make me love you forever. I love the ocean and salt and seashells. I love the sun like she's my mother. I love spinning in circles. I love trampolines and high dives and roller coasters with huge drops. I love marveling at wonderful things like huge buildings and caterpillar cocoons. I love blankets and jackets and not wearing socks. I love yelling and being loud, I love sitting on the ground and laying on the ground and being on the ground. I love summer rain and swinging during a thunderstorm. I love 127th and cows and going to the zoo. I love petting dogs and painting. I love singing music that makes you feel something. I love getting so excited my voice cracks and my hands shake. I love pleasing and impressing and pissing off. I love making people feel something. I love compliments and people who love themselves and people who dance. I love people who are in love and I love people who've fallen out of love. I love mountains and trees and cacti and fabric. I love museum smell and rain smell and book smell and memory smell. I love rocks and fish and sleeping. I just love things that make me feel like they are important. I love things that mean something and people who stand for something. I love things that matter. There's is a place in my heart for all things, no matter how broken or confused. I will love you because you matter and I will matter because I love you. 

Love is all that matters