How I feel about my ex
On the inside:
On the outside:
I am a lover of what is, not because I’m a spiritual person, but because it hurts when I argue with reality.
Loving What Is (via cherpeace)
“I’m Just a Little Penguin.”
I did a similar penguin joke the other week but I hope you enjoy this one in spite of my repetition.
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for. It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to know if you are willing to risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine. It doesn’t interest me where you live or how rich you are, I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and be sweet to the ones you love. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments of your life.
Jon Blais (via blua)