From where i would rather be today
By: Sam Johnson
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From where i would rather be today
By: Sam Johnson
tonasket, washington
I taught myself how to miss you and I taught myself that it’ll be okay even when I do.
Do you ever stop missing someone who lit fires in you, so violent it could only be from some kind of war?
There’s room for two in my heart.
I want to love slow and long and hard. I want to ease into it, not jump. I want to do things differently and prove myself wrong. You don’t have to be the person you were before, why did you ever believe that?
imagine a world in which the person you want wants you back at the same time and you stay and they stay and something good works
one day I will meet someone who appreciates me for all that I am: all the love and the gushing and the drama and the fire
Ed van der Elsken : Pierre and Paulette (Kiss with Hand Around Cheek), 1951.
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
Neil Gaiman (via wnq-writers)
I realized there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter – how they’re experts at letting things go
Jeffery McDaniel (via soulfeels)
Debbie Harry by Julia Gorton, late 70’s.