Does anyone have a song so special to them, that when they hear others sing it, it bugs the hell out of you? Mixed emotions of sadness and guilt that they don’t feel what you feel, and they never will.
— Dig Yourself (via theglasschild)
Anonymous said: What kind of car do you drive if you don't mind me asking?
A 2010, charcoal Toyota Corolla
Hope this “not a bribe” worked for my potential new job…..
Missing you comes in waves.
Tonight I’m drowning.”
— Louise Bourgeois (via unrequitedbones)
A glass of wine, some drunk texts from my new found best friend, and praying that I get this new job. Is what I’m doing unavailing to each? Whatever. I don’t know.
Notes of A Dirty Old Man by Katelyn McClanahan
Thursday night I walked down to watch the sunset at Santa Monica after work. It’s a frequent desire to, so I always ramble in my journal with what I see, hear, smell.
I met a homeless man. He sat next to me as I sat writing while bathing in the last bit of sun. I took a picture and he asked, “how’d it come out?”. Unaware he was trying to start a real conversation, I answered that it did not do justice. “Figures”.
He introduced himself as James, and I said my name was Kat. He told me how he wished he had a sail boat to be far out into the ocean to watch the sunset. Not that I would ever want to do that, I responded me too because maybe he wanted someone to agree about how amazing it would be.
— Paulo Coelho (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
— Rachel Hawkins, Demonglass (via nicolebusch)