THE STIGMA OF ROMANTICS: when I say I miss you -
- It means I missed you this morning, when sunlight washed through my window with golden waves and kissed my face with warmth—I thought it was you, if only momentarily—and when I opened my eyes, I found your side empty, the side I drew you in the night before lying empty.
- It means I missed you at…
Dennis DuBay: the two sides of every story, story -
we like romance. wine and cheese and candles, mozart and stars shining bright. we romanticize trivialities, like weddings and funerals as beginnings and ends but they are neither. old bars with rock n roll juke boxes are wrote about like they are paris, and paris is written about as if it’s heaven…
"Don’t live for today. Live your life like it’s a story that you would want to tell someone."
And you, and you, and you… :)