I love reading. It’s just so mind opening, very alluring to the spot in my heart that wants more. 

Yesterday I got Hemingway, D.H Lawrence, Thoreau, Bronte, Salinger, William Golding, Tolstoy, and Austen. 

I’m so ready to delve further into Literature. It beguiles me, my every bone. It’s more than I could ask of for a teacher. Life, love, adventure. My heart hurts for those of this world that don’t know it like I know it, and my heart longs to be those who know it like a sunday lover. I’m going to get there. It’s all the tea in china to me. 

I’m so proud of myself for living every day today and not sulking for tomorrow. I’m so alive and am so focused on now and it’s ever evident in my attitude daily. So if you want to kiss me do it, if you want to jump the fence, don’t wait, if there’s even the slightest longing in your heart just don’t ever hesitate-the opposite stands too. 

I have suitcases to be packed. 

A cavity filling in the morning.

Prescriptions to be picked up.

A new camera to be bought.

A 6 hour drive to Minneapolis with my sister.

A dinner to be had, a concert to be sucked in through a straw to my soul.

There’s the next day, and the next.

Monday comes and I’m off into the unknown, listening to the soundtrack from Into the Wild.   

But until tomorrow’s morning, I’ll be here, now. That’s where we all belong. 

Dreams are now too. 

“make sure you journal until your hand comes off, no regrets” 

I’m so inspired. 

They write books about this sort of thing.

“You’ve changed so much”

jungleferret:

I hate when people say that like it’s a negative thing.

One of the biggest parts of life is changing and adapting to your surroundings and your experiences. 

I’m sorry that I don’t find that same old shit funny or cute anymore, but it doesn’t mean I’m not myself. 

I may never again be the same person I was today. I’m just becoming more and more myself everyday.