I’m surprised the universe still offers me options, when it knows my inexhaustible choice is you. You sit, as still as snow, in the back of my mind through every decision I have to make. And all of the infinite versions of what could be is only as important as the chance of you being there with me. I look back to a world who is waiting for me to decide between a reality with you and a reality without. My god. How I laughed.
Seventy Years of Sleep. nikka ursula (n.t)
[A white fortune cookie paper with black text on the front and an icon of a bee. It reads: This week you will be able to handle whatever comes your way.]
🌸
I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. I’d rather quit. I’d rather be sad. It’s too much work.
Richard Siken, from “Self-Portrait Against Red Wallpaper,” War of the Foxes (via joolabee)
i actually
do not support nice sketchbooks
I think they take too much time and effort and pull out the perfectionism and insecurity in every artist and you would improve much faster sketching through a big stack of copy paper on a clipboard
and yet…
Iris - the Goo Goo Dolls // I haven’t heard this song in ages but I forgot how beautiful the lyrics are; please don’t remove this caption or the credit, okay?