On Friendship.

“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

— Sylvia Plath

i’m okay with change and i’m fine if things are no longer the same i embrace change

“Believe me, what you want is someone to have dinner with. Sleep with from time to time, telephone every day or write. It’s what you set up that is defeating. Make it very modest. And give yourself permission to make a few mistakes. You know, blow it a bit. Have a few drinks and fall into bed with somebody. It doesn’t have to be the final thing.”

— Leonard Cohen on relationships, 2007

Guillaume Apollinaire, from Aubade (tr. by Donald Revell); Alcools: Poems, 1913

In the future, children will think our ways are strange. "Why do old people always grow so much milkweed in their gardens?" they'll say. "Why do old people always write down when the first bees and butterflies show up? Why do old people hate lawn grass so much? Why do old people like to sit outside and watch bees?"

We will try to explain to them that when we were young, most people's yards were almost entirely short grass with barely any flowers at all, and it was so commonplace to spray poisons to kill insects and weeds that it was feared monarch butterflies and American bumblebees would soon go extinct. We will show them pictures of sidewalks, shops, and houses surrounded by empty grass without any flowers or vegetables and they will stare at them like we stared at pictures of grimy children working in coal mines

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente

Glennon Doyle, Untamed

"my darling, you will never be unloved by me you are too well tangled in my soul"

— Atticus

are you free tonight

i woul do anything to be free