tylercostello Yesterday was her birthday soirée. We were sitting on a blanket on the front lawn when she walked out, faery wings on her back. She smiled and all I could think of was how she is that person who will tell you that you have so much love to give, the world will be a better place because you're there. 2mon

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tylercostello She wasn't always happy. She wasn't always sad. She wasn't ever only one thing. She struggled with this. And yet, without knowing it, she was loved for this. 2mon

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tylercostello They told him to stop looking back. If he wanted to move foreword he had to look forward. It sounded sound, but he'd decided differently. He decided to stop looking altogether. Not for indifference but because he wanted to be. He wanted to know he could simply close his eyes and feel the day warm with him, breathe, and exist. For himself. 9mon

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tylercostello He walked with his world on his shoulders. 9mon

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tylercostello "What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you." - Ralph Waldo Emerson 10mon

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tylercostello Sometimes I get my head and my heart mixed up and the things that make sense feel to lose presence. I, feel to lose presence. I always forget it until I experience it again, but outside always fixes me. Because outside is always present, always there. 10mon

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tylercostello It was like just by looking at you she would take you someplace beautiful. 10mon

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tylercostello We were barefoot kids. Adventurers just finding September's start. Climbing trees in the quieting light, the smell of campfire in our clothes. It was the farthest we'd ever been and the closest we had become. 10mon

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tylercostello These worn walls that have seen time tell its stories. Open boxes with cutlery on the countertops. A woman pulling a man by the hand, a smile and quick kiss by the kitchen window. Pots boiling water, laundry basket filling then empty. A mother carrying her littlest one in at night, humming, swaying, leaning her cheek against the top of his head. Counter tiles clean then a stain, several, a small crack in the corner by the light switch. Two kids with eager eyes awaiting the quesadillas their dad spatulas out of the pan. Wallpaper applied, ageing with a growing tint from cooking, then peeled off roughly leaving behind marks of impatience. A boy in a letterman's jacket drinking from a milk carton. Sisters laughter heard from another room. Family growing then growing up. These walls worn with the best time had to show them. 10mon

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tylercostello It's amazing how quickly a season can arrive. You look up and suddenly it's sitting there before you. 10mon
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  •   tylercostello @austinmarvels I'm having trouble choosing which photo of yours is my favourite. Your photos are wonderful. You have an eye for it. Have you been taking pictures for long? Oh, and followed. (: 10mon
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  •   tylercostello @fomachado You are too kind. I'm not always sure the photos I take are good but I only ever want to take more of them. Thank you so much for your comment. (: 10mon

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tylercostello I hope you never anticipate the future for your grand aspirations. Not only. I hope you hope for the small things as well. The farmers markets and pumpkins, flowers and changing of the seasons things. 10mon

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tylercostello Some nights people let themselves drift into it, thoughts of places waiting, geographical, emotional, educational. Falling on goals long wished on. Ideas of happiness with and around them, sometimes only to know happiness, sometimes, if lucky, to share it.
I want you to know I hope you pack up your world and leave. Not to leave, but to find yourself in those places.
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tylercostello Exist. If it's sometimes in fragments, on the surface or under, if it's sometimes not as noticeable or understood, if it's you, I'll take it. Because I too don't understand and find fragments of myself out of place. And sometimes, it's okay, if you can just.. be. 10mon

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tylercostello There are people, people we’ve met, kept close in our lives for a short while, for a long while. They matter. They are cared about. You never stop caring. Sometimes you seek a path of your own, perhaps on a side separate, but it never means you stop caring. Wherever you are, wherever they are, you have the same sun in common. 11mon

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tylercostello It was strange. Not the room, the furniture, not the people arriving and looking his way, smiling and continuing, as often as they were. It was the air around. Between each room and between each person he saw who saw him. Familiarity, waiting. Quiet recurring calms that felt unrealized. Until he let himself move inwardly, to the place in his mind that was his. 1y

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tylercostello And then she did. She left her work and home. She flew. She walked different city sidewalks and changed with each sight she took in. She became more as she went. Umbrella in hand, reflections rippling underfoot, she was, she is. She continues to be. 1y

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tylercostello She placed her palm on the bark, looking off and on. That's when he knew. She was she, and she wasn't special. Not because it was her. He knew, no one is special. Not in the way people seek. Not as specific individual someones. She alone, we alone, mean nothing. But here, together in the world, we react and think and rethink and act. We sigh and sing and tread and test ourselves, test each other. And because of it, because of that, there was beauty and worthiness of that beauty even in the way her hand rested on the bark. And he knew, she would be loved. She already was. Even not knowing it, she already was. 1y

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tylercostello When he looked back down, her eyes were wide. It would be the first time he'd see her reach out for something and he would hold her close because he would know. She would grow up to wander. To test herself and those who loved her with misplaced periods of unplanned absence. Pulled at by the places she had not seen and could not know but that she would somehow feel, somehow find.
He held her close because he knew she would be longing to leave to arrive. He held her close because he knew she would be longed for by strangers because she would always be elusive in passing. He held her close because he knew... she would belong to no one.
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tylercostello Held hands and half-closed eyes. Spent the night here again. Can’t sleep. We watched the sun rise through her hospital room window while she slept. With all chairs taken, I sat on the floor and drew a sea on a styrofoam cup. A steady sea for her to safely sail away on. 3y

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tylercostello When that last song is played and all the someones come together into that "everyone," connected and present and feeling, they light up like the objects they hold up and right then nothing is more real. 3y

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