Details of life. Sweets and edibles. Love and love. Weirdo being. Coffee talks. Solitude. Apparel. Inspired. Interested. Shy. Listener. Views, sometimes words. Tears with English poets.
Air, mountains, wit, intelligence.
All is Lost & Found.
"Some women let you kiss them while some kissed you back— but just. Others kissed with enthusiasm, but it was with the same kind of enthusiasm they felt for a good meal, a Bette Davis film, or a lovely present they’d just been given. But she was different. She was hungry for you, hungry to kiss you, to hear what you had to say; hungry to tell you what was on her mind. To his mind, this overall hunger was what defined her. It was the greatest compliment he had ever received from a woman and he never grew tired of it."
"Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?"