The Names Bond James Bond.

The name’s Bond… James Bond.

I found this old piece and this phrase has become a reminder to me that I am simply human and that there is grace. In a culture that likes to pretend perfection is achievable, the act of being human is drowning in moral laws and calculated devices. Sometimes it takes courage to change your mind. Sometimes it takes time. A dance of thoughts reflecting a living, breathing heart hand-in-hand with a mind looking for Home. We are growing. We are learning, some awaking. Each day a chance to see differently, to speak differently. Each breath a chance to be fully human, a second chance over and over again.

Adagio from Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky’s The Nutcracker

@my underage followers do not date anyone over 18. like it’s different if you’re 17 and they’re barely 18 and you’ll both be 18 soon (given that you’ve been dating for a while of course)

but like example if you’re 15 and your partner just turned 18 like… that’s a big age difference. it’s just 3 years but the difference in maturity is HUGE. like i myself as a 15 y/o was nations away from where I am now as an 18 y/o

never let anyone tell you “love has no age”, and never bend to threats. your comfort zone matters and you deserve someone your own age. question why an 18+ year old would want to date a minor

au wondertrev: the one where steve doesn’t die and they have coffee, read the newspaper, and moonlight as international spies before having annoyingly adorable kids 

soundtrack

01: la vie en rose, louis armstrong

02: do you want to know a secret, the beatles

03: sunday kind of love, etta james 

04: bring it on home to me, sam cooke 

05: dream a little dream of me, ella fitzgerald