I pick ideas up, I carry them around with me, I water them so that they'll grow, and sometimes I write them down. This is a grab bag of some of the stuff that inspires me.


You know that feeling that you get when you walk inside from the cold? That feeling of the skin pulling taut over your whole face, but not in an unpleasant way, more in an “I am so content right now” kind of way? That’s how it feels every time you text me out of the blue, or when you go out of your way to say hi, or when your whole face lights up at something I’ve said. You do things like that, and I feel this warmth spreading over all of me.

You make me feel like I’ve just come in from the cold.

I want you to know this but I never want to say it, because that would ruin things between us, and I can’t go on without getting to feel that way on a regular basis anymore.


shoutout to people working weekends and overnights and overtime, people working in hospitality and retail and food service, who are sacrificing time with their loved ones, so fuckers with weekday desk jobs get to live comfortably with the amenities we provide while simultaneously shitting all over us for not getting “real jobs”

(via youarousedthefools)