I want a cabin in the woods, water within walking distance, shelves crammed with books and records, windowsills lined with plants, beds covered in quilts, a gigantic dog, or maybe two, a canoe, a pair of those luscious, thick wool socks, fishing poles, a cast iron pan, a fire pit, a porch swing, a basil plant, a hammock, a life worth living, a life that I’ll love.
"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."
"I want to know how your soul reacts to a sunrise or a sunset."
[T.B. LaBerge] (via everlytrue)