Today you’ll be unapologetically you.
You’ll tell a friend in a new city about a ghost from your past and you’ll let that sailors knot you’ve been carrying around in your throat untangle under the crash of a wave of heartache.
You won’t cry to yourself, you’ll cry in the daylight, on a footpath, next to a busy street because it’s about time you did. Some things are too heavy to carry in dim lights, strong whiskey and cheap notebooks. It’s okay that it’s taken you 2 years and 19 days to realise this.
You’ll re-evaluate those unforgettable memories that you’ve sewn into your life for what seems only now like too long. Like the red dress you wore when you were 21, you’ll pull stitches to make the memories fit the woman you’ve become.
The stamps in your passport are now your muse and your medicine for when you feel you’re going backwards.
It’s time to take a dose.
Robin Sharma (via severs)
This hit me like a brick…(via knitting-books)
I need this.
Guy Sargent - Venice
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