I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we are all defined by something we can’t change. Simon Van Booy | The Illusion of Separateness (via blogut)
note to future self: you are not as graceful as you think you are. don’t drink red wine in bed. you have a white comforter. do the math.
I crave something I’ve never tasted. 6 word story (via microwaved-kittens)