“If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.”
Bill Watterson
“Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.”
Alan Watts (via fatalistichues) (via quote-book)
“Ah! There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort.”
— Jane Austen
“That’s the thing, you never get used to it. The idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it’s reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you and it just hits you all over again .”
~ the truth about forever (via gatekeeper)
My entire body aches, I hate sickness.
I’m really looking forward to hardcore gingerbread house making tomorrow, and downtown saturday morning, good times saturday night, and a morning downtown sunday.
Tattoos should be free.
