I have always loved everything about you. Even what I didn’t understand. And I have always known that, at heart, I would have you no different. But most people don’t know how to love. Nothing is enough for them. They must have their dreams. It’s the only thing they do well. Dreaming. They dream up obligations. New ones every day. They long for undiscovered countries, fresh demands, another call. While some of us are left with the knowledge that love can never wait. A shared bed, a hand in yours, that’s the only thing that matters. The worst thing of all is fear. The fear of being alone.
Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding (via theglasschild)Today I will walk in the sun. I will simply walk in the sun.
Charles Bukowski, from a letter to Ann Bauman featured in Screams From The Balcony: Selected Letters 1960 - 1970 (via theglasschild)You smoked another cigarette and we shared another coffee and it was just another morning that made me realise that this is all it takes to be happy.
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps (via theglasschild)