I love Thought Catalog

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/ladies-need-sex-too/

Late Night Drive

Late night drive to my old house. The place I grew up. It makes me feel weaker. Everything seemed a little easier then, and smaller. They've put lace curtains up in my room. It doesn't suit it. The cherry tree is ripe. The familiar pulpy mess is scattered everywhere. I wonder if the raspberry and blackberry bushes are still in the back. I know they have cut the old oak down. I always go here when I don't feel right. It settles me, reminds me how far I've come.

'I wrote my name in your book,

only god knows why,

and I bet you that he cracked a smile,

and I'm clearing all the stuff out of my room,

trying desperately to figure out what it is that makes me blue,

and I wrote an epic letter to you,

but it's 22 pages front and back and it's too good to be used

and I tried to be a girl who likes to be used

I'm too good for that.

There's a mind under this hat,

and I called them all and told them i've got to move'

What a mug

The beginning of love

"The beginning of love is to let those
we love be perfectly themselves, and
not to twist them to fit our own image.
Otherwise we love only the reflection
of ourselves we find in them"

Thomas Merton
No Man is an Island

Get well soon

Sleep Tight

Sleep is often viewed as a temporary solution to our problems, a way to forget everything.