I just received a love letter. As in handwritten and sent via postal service from Australia. All five pages of it. I am so stunned. And thrilled. And sad. Why such terrible timing? Why find such a good thing when it’s over before it started. Six months? A year? I’m not gonna sit here and wait for him, and I know he’s not asking me to, but sending shit like this sure...
Every day, think as you wake up, today I am fortunate to have woken up, I am...– The Dalai Lama (via terramantra)