Q : When it comes to love, what is your definition of it?
this question was asked by a dear friend of mine.
A : I don’t think I’ve quite figured that out yet. No one really has it figured out. Love can mean many things. I love traveling. I love my family. I love my friends. I love my shoes. I love my exes. I love the way the sun hits my face in the early mornings when its cold out. I love my favorite pair of jeans. I love a certain bicycle that I no longer own. Is this supposed to be my definition of just love or being in love? I love many things. Love is the way something gets your attention. Love is a certain smell that puts a smile on your face and makes the rest of your day a bit brighter. Love lights up all of my senses. Love is a thought that makes the left side of my mouth creep up into that crooked smirk that I can’t help. Love makes my hands sweaty and sends a heat rush through my body. Love makes me freeze and close my eyes. Love makes life worth it. What else are we here for?
"Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with their song still in them."
Henry David Thoreau
Amazing short film.
“my biggest successes, I’ve found empty, unresolved.”
“I promised myself that I would be my very best…”
“I tried to return home, but discovered that I had none. When you’ve given everything, what do you have left?”
“I was wild, broken, untethered…I sought those who were broken in the same places as me…it went on like that for years”
Untitled: Going against time →
It’s 7:50pm here in Alaska. Tonight my mind and thoughts weigh heavy not on just one thing, but many. Time, memories, and relationships to name a few. Time, where does it go? That seems to be the question I often ask myself more times than not. To me, it was only yesterday that I was lying in a…
a new friend of mine. I shared this bus with him that he speaks about. he writes. and he writes well. a good read, for sure.
the view from inside. it’s cold out there❤🗻🚌 (at a big yellow bus)
bathroom preachings in ALASKA.