Look at the birds. Even flying

is born

out of nothing. The first sky

is inside you, friend, open

at either end of day.

The work of wings

was always freedom, fastening

one heart to every falling thing.

—Li-Young Lee

is a consistent disaster.

jessbennett:

““We all marry our second or third or fourth best choice. It is just life.””

—

Ouch. The Daily Beast: Why Men Settle

i absolutely 150% disagree with this statement and 250% hope it’s not true.

every once and a while, i find myself completely overwhelmed by how awesome my life is.

in the normal sense, there’s nothing all that special about it. i barely make enough money to get myself through the month, i eat a lot of fast food and mac and cheese, my job is sometimes thankless and sometimes, i feel really alone. but, i’d like to think that most people have those problems, at least for some portion of their life.

but, aside from being poor, having a high calorie intake, working too hard for too little and eating a pint of ice cream in bed by myself every once and a while, my life is fucking awesome.

i have incredible friends who care about me, a family who is always there when i need them, an extremely hot, smart and talented boyfriend, and i spend almost every single weekend in manhattan, having the time of my life with people i can see myself enjoying for the rest of it.

i find that sometimes you just have to take a quick look around you and remember what you’ve got. sometimes, when i’m sitting in the backseat of my car driving over the george washington bridge at four in the morning on a saturday, looking at the city lights over the water, i feel so grateful for everything that i have (but more than anything, for the boy driving and the friends we’ve left behind for the night).