(Source: monieiek, via brosaleigh)
The second hand on my watch would twitch once, and a year would pass, and then it would twitch again.
There was nothing I could do about it. As an Earthling, I had to believe whatever clocks said. — Kurt Vonnegut (via zenlifter)
Acknowledging the good that is already in your life is the foundation for all abundance. — Eckhart Tolle (via lazyyogi)
While listening to Hanson’s ‘mmmbop’ on the original NOW cd, on our way home to Keokuk, Dustin says ‘well they’re definitely singing this song in a different key now.’
Sometimes I love dating a musician.
“You must consider whether your nature is better suited for busy activity or for leisurely study and contemplation, and must turn as your character directs. Talent responds badly to coercion; where nature is reluctant, labor is vain.” —Seneca
You're Fucked, But You're Free: A Message To The Class Of 2013 -
Wish I would have read this a little sooner.
Last night we went to see The Great Gatsby. It was decent. Then we came home and drank because every other Wednesday is my day off from work. I made Dustin get more vodka at 12:30 pm, needless to say I was insanely hung over today.
Dustin woke me up around noon. He had already taken the car to get an oil change, stopped by BK for 3 breakfast crossandwiches (one for him, me, and pup), and had offices hours at Truman.
I refused to get out of bed. So I laid there stark naked and read him all the poems I’ve ever written. Everything. I have two journals and numerous post-its ranging from when I was fourteen to last month. I used to keep them on my nightstand, because writing before I go to sleep is my favorite time to write (as I type this on my iphone next to a sleeping Dustin). I don’t do that anymore, snuggling Dustin replaced that. Then he read me his poetry. He keeps his scraps of paper in a Beatles lunch box.
He bartered me into getting out of bed in the best way, and we entangled each other and my endorphins released and it was 3 pm.
We walked Kilgore and I found this honest and endearing quote etched on a cement block, tucked away in the corner of a sunken in garden on campus. We had dinner at a restaurant 15 minutes north of town with a gift certificate Dustin’s Jazz professor gave him for graduation. He’s my personal favorite professor and reminds me a lot of Dustin, that’s probably why I like him so much. That and all the corny jokes that he attempts to make before performances.
We came home and I tried to find Romeo + Juliet on Netflix or Hulu, but no dice. I am taking all of my 3 allotted sick days starting tomorrow because Dustin’s aunt is getting married this Friday. I don’t necessarily need to take tomorrow off too, but fuck it, I can and I will because I deserve it.