“I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you’ll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you’ll make something that didn’t exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind.”—Neil Gaiman (via fleurishes)
Day 71 - Christmas. Christmas = happiness. I don’t need any more explanation.
Day 72 - I’ve had about 30 almost breakdowns today and it’s only 2 pm (clearly I’m being dramatic). Job Hunting Day 1. However, I’ve found a shit ton of companies and while talking with my cousin on Christmas Eve she gave a ton of tips on how to be creative when searching for jobs. Also staying positive is a must. I’ve also realized that if I could just work on the set of Merlin maybe colin morgan or bradley james will fall in love with me and I can live in Europe forever.
I am still waiting. I will keep waiting, but know that it gets harder every day. I know that you are working your way towards me; not running, but crawling slowly over the roots that trip and the sticks that cut open palms because this is hard for you too.
I want to know the way your fingers feel entwined with mine or the arc your hand makes as it pushes the hair away from your face. I want to know the space that cradles my head when I’m pressed tightly against you, and the way your voice sounds in my ear when it’s getting way too late at night. I want to know just how my chest will fill when I see you walking towards me, and I want to know the color of your eyes in their deepest depths and watch it appear in the world around me. I want to know the way your laugh rings out in a room and be able to identify it in a crowd. I want to feel your arm wrap tightly around my waist and rest there, and I want to know the laughter that fills my lungs as you run ahead of me.
I want my tea-stained breath to stain you, and I want your softly coffee-laced lips to remember me.
I love television. And here’s why: because growing up it was what my family did together. We’d eat dinner and then watch tv. It’s simple, but television was a way for my whole family to escape reality, together. We fell in love with the stories and even today after twenty one years I can throw on a television show like Merlin and have no idea whether it was good or not but in two days I’ve finished season one and my entire family is watching it with me. Television makes me happy, because sometimes it’s the only thing my family has in common.