Feeling weird. Just sitting at the airport. Hungry. Grumpy. Sleepy. Slightly lonely. With free wifi.
“You’ve got an awfully kissable mouth.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Bernice Bobs Her Hair (via thatkindofwoman)
Bryan Nash Gill, Woodcuts
You don’t have to tell me you love me. You don’t have to write it down, or say it as we sigh into each other. You don’t have to scream it to the world, or spell it out in texts.
You don’t have to say I Love You.
I don’t really believe it from the mouths of men. You love me. You LOVE me. You…
People. And places. Are two very toxic things. Never live in a person or love a house. or love a person or live in a house for far too long. Because both collapse. On you. Leaving you breathless. And often gasping in empty rooms that still retain the scent of them.
Listen to the ground underneath you. Gravity will keep you here until you are ready to leave.
- Lindsay Miller