Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is “Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.
I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.
JK Rowling created seven Horcruxes. She put a part of her soul in every book and now her books will live forever
How else do you explain Dumbledore, Snape, Fred, Lupid, Tonks, Hedwig, and Dobby?
A book is really like a lover. It arranges itself in your life in a way that is beautiful.
― Maurice Sendak (via larmoyante)
I didn’t want to make the same mistake my parents made. I didn’t want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.
― Jenny Han, It’s Not Summer Without You (via larmoyante)
Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands.
I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who are dead or hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can’t get things done.