When the hours move to minutes and I’m seconds away
Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.
Well this was just beautiful
Mark Sloan to Jackson Avery (Gray’s Anatomy)
Berenice Abbott (via kushandwizdom)
Buddha (via kushandwizdom)
And I’m unique
And I don’t have to subscribe to a crowd.
I’m lovely and I’m free.
I like me, and as long as I like me I don’t care if anyone else does because I’m the person I’m alone with.
And I’m happy. And I get to have the things I love about myself. And I’m so far beyond taken it for granted.
I still get my eye for detail.
I have my skin.
And my freckles.
I GET to be me… and everyday I’m more and more grateful for that.
Thank god for freedom.
the person I used to be
so I carry her
365 Days of Haiku, Day #123 (via idreamof-pb)