my favourite experience was meeting an old lady in a not so popular coffee shop, accidentally speaking for 2 hours about her art/drama school days while I bought her coffee, then her giving me some advice on how to become the person I really want to be. her words have stuck with me ever since.
I already knew this, but I was never really sure of it, until she said this exactly how I thought it, and since then i’ve lived by it.
“who you are now is in a constant state of flux, and the proper way of knowing who you are is knowing who you’re not. stop following the trends and find what you like as an individual and everything will be okay”.
“have you ever skipped breakfast”
Me, who only eats once a day: mayhaps
As I’ve got older, cereal has become less of a breakfast and more of a late night snack
I want the cliche kisses in photo booths. And the candid photos of me when I’m not looking. I want the week long road trips with the widows down and my feet up on the dash. I want hands clenched tight when we’re intimate. I want shared showers the morning after. I want breakfast in nothing but oversized t-shirts. I want tv show marathons with extra buttery popcorn and makeout breaks during commercials. I want “I love you"s and “you’re beautiful"s and my name blended in curse words while you moan. I want time and promise and happiness and intimacy.
Never love a wild thing… You can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run.
One day you’ll wake up at 11:30 AM on a Sunday with the love of your life and you’ll make some coffee and pancakes and it’ll all be alright.
Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I’ll be happy for the rest of my…little life.
This was why love was a terrible idea: it made you weak.
