Here's some motivation.

If I came with a manual it would be long and complicated. Likely the largest sections would be on trouble shooting and frequently asked questions, and maybe my favorite foods, just because there are so many.

Most importantly though, I hope, that their would be an entire chapter explaining why I’m such an unfix-able mess. That way I would know why; that way I could explain it to you.

It is astounding to me how, day after day, we have hope. We see the potential for great things to happen in the midst of turmoil. Perhaps because we have to, but nonetheless it strikes me as incredible.

Here’s to hopes and dreams and aspirations.

I cannot take care of house plants. Which makes me think of those movies where they make metaphors about potted plants and relationships. Which scares me because, like I said, I kill all of mine.

One of my most favorite things is knowing someone like the back of your hand. Knowing someone’s face so innately that new facial expressions surprise you entirely. Knowing someone’s thoughts so that you can communicate in eye brow raises and smirks and little hand gestures. Knowing what will make them laugh for those cliff-hanging moments when you think that they might cry.

Being this aware of someone is like being connected to them with invisible strings.

They say you really love someone when all you want is for them to be happy.

I want you to be happy.

Love.

(Source: adarasanchez)

1. with firmness of purpose

He built his future with determination.

Everyone is only searching for someone who makes them feel as if they might be special, in a world where it is almost entirely impossible to be anywhere close.

Making art means that I can send little pieces of myself out into the world. I love that.

Some days I would like to be a giraffe. I would like to hold my head up high and watch the sky and be the look-out. I would like to feel the power that comes with being the see-er of all.

Some days I would like to be a fox. I would like everyone to look at me and feel with certainty that I have a brilliant secret. I would like to be that quick, to be that clever. I would like to plan and then carry out a days worth of pranks and then curl up in a burrow safe and warm.

Some days I would like to be a bluebird. I would like to flutter my feathers as people admired the colour of them. I would like to sing quiet songs to friends on distant branches and then fly away to find a sunny spot to sleep.

Sometimes I would like to trade places, just for a day.