wants nothing but the best for you.
“we can talk about forever for a day or two, but I’ve still got a lotta leavin’ left to do”
The Frenemy.: Dreams
For a little while, there was all the things we talked about and all of those things were love.
There was a restlessness we equated to lack of love, to missing love, and oh, god, I am so tired of talking about love. I am not here to talk about love because I don’t know what it is and I don’t know…
Well I wrote your name and burned it, to see the color of the flame, and it burned out the whole spectrum.
as if you were everything.
trying to quit smoking. chewing gum like no one’s business. I don’t even like gum, but I like it a hell of a lot better than not having a cigarette. arrrgghhhh
lists; to do; happily; after school
read books
read poetry
write write write
paint a picture
think for myself
lay in the sun
take pictures
be nice
learn what i want to learn
daily yoga practice
clean my house
sell my belongings
meet myself again
move
work with my hands
lay in a hammock
sleep outside
sleep
be spontaneous
feel like everything i did in one day is enough
go home
visit friends
be a better
sister
daughter
friend
cousin
niece
lover
keep in touch
write letters
give gifts
remember birthdays
know the lyrics to the songs
learn an instrument
shed
emit
free
"We prefer to do things comfortably. But I don’t want comfort… I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin."
Aldous Huxley (via allisonweiss)
(Source: nancywilde, via allisonweiss)
“don’t minimize your pain. one day you’re going to wake up and remember how good the sun feels on your face, and appreciate the beauty of the breeze in the trees. It might be tomorrow or it might be six months from now, and that’s ok. Just know, eventually you’re going to wake up and you’re not going to feel shitty anymore”
