If our love isn’t gonna be like this, I don’t want it
If our love isn’t gonna be like this, I don’t want it
Crossing into old New Mexico at twilight, finding an analog gas pump.
Concept: you’ve been married to your wife for 3 years. You wake up in your bed before she does, your nose cold but your body warm. Careful not to wake her, you get out of bed and your toes curl when your feet hit the cold floor. You brew a pot of coffee and take a cup, making sure to leave enough for her. You pull on a big sweater and walk out onto your deck, sitting in a big wood chair to look out over the forest. The leaves are orange and edged with frost. All is quiet as the sun rises over the trees. You hear the door opening behind you and your wife sits down next to you, wrapping the comforter from your bed around both of you shoulders. You sit there like that until the sun is well up and your coffee cups are empty.
Oh my god. This is it. I want this so badly.
The Reader (2008)
- You are fine as fuck
- You have an amazing personality
-You’ve achieved so much to make it to this point
- Don’t let anybody play you
- Don’t let anybody make you feel worthless
-Nobody is indispensable; cut them off if they are making you feel bad!
You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever.
Augusten Burroughs (via purplebuddhaproject)
please, keep writing. keep drawing. keep painting. please keep making your art no matter how many may try to push you down. the world does not have nearly enough artists.
when you hug someone and it feels like coming home
Bags packed quietly,
with a confidence that comes,
when home comes with you.