i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.
Rotary Bakelite phone, circa 1947
So delicate Flowergirls by Lim Zhi Wei / Love Limzy, Malaysian artist.
these are amazing
This notebook encourages people to draw outside the lines by Marc Thomasset | http://www.tmsprl.com/shop.html
"I think you need to fall in love with the wrong person. I think you need to fight and cry and sweat and bleed and fail. I think you need to have bad relationships and bad breakups. I think you need all of that so that when the right person and the right relationship comes along you can sigh with relief and say, “Ah yes. That is how its supposed to feel."
Excerpt from “Conversations with my Mother” (via andreeaanderson)
I see so many possibilities.
There’s the path now take that step. I know you know I know it’s long, you know I know you know it’s scary, but we’ll never get to where we wish to be, if we do not start with a step or two…or three.
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