Miles To Go

Live by the Sun/Love by the Moon

You know when you misplace a thing and can’t find it, whether it’s a book or childhood toy or an old leather jacket, and hours pass and you grow more and more desperate and you’re looking everywhere — in closets, under beds, behind couches, and at last, you find it. And you are ecstatic, overjoyed, the relief is palpable. But then, a surge of disappointment hits, followed by a wave of disenchantment, a dreadful realization that this something or other is not quite as wonderful as you remember it. You begin to grow weary and disillusioned, regretting all the time you wasted on reclaiming it, so you throw it aside, and eventually, you forget it ever existed. I am sorry I let this happen to us.

Beau Taplin || Misplaced belongings.  (via afadthatlastsforever)

the most memorable concern of mankind
is the guts it takes to
face the sunlight again.

—Charles Bukowski, Burning In Water Drowning In Flame (via introspectivepoet)

I need Xanax.

stoicmike:

There is no net of words so fine that the truth cannot slip through it. - Michael Lipsey

stoicmike:

There is no net of words so fine that the truth cannot slip through it. - Michael Lipsey

It’s discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.

—Noel Coward, Blithe Spirit (via quoted-books)

Turning 30 like:

youjustgotlawyered:

What the hell am I doing?

And people are trying to be so supportive, but:

I’m still single, no house, no kids, no permanent employment, no bar results yet:

I’ll be honest and say I’m a bit down in the dumps.

But you know what? It’s ok.

I’m a adult-whatever the hell that means.

Tomorrow I’ll get back on track:

And who knows? I might meet that special someone or make a new friend:

So, here’s to 30!