I love a good wine label. And I love a good wine description even more.
“You know you’ve experimented. It’s a way to discover what you like. And what you don’t. What makes you happy. What satisfies your soul. It’s how you know when you’ve found the one. The one that makes you say, “Sorry, I’m with Cabernet.” When you’ve met the love of your life, is there really any reason to keep looking?”
(Source: http://cargocollective.com/jackalopegrafiks/Monogamy)
“And then they went on to say that the Pearly Gates
Had some eloquent graffiti.
Like ‘We’ll meet again’ and ‘Fuck the man’
And ‘Tell my mother not to worry.’”
(Image source: http://www.etsy.com/shop/Ketzelphotography)
“A new wind is going to find your sail.
That’s where your journey starts.”
(Source: tylerknott, Typewriter Series #41 by Tyler Knott Gregson)
The worst part is never when something terrible happens. It’s the first time you wake up afterwards.
After my heart broke, I cried until my body ran out of tears, literally dried up my emotional well. And then I sat in my bed, knees clutched to my chest, eyes open wide – staring at nothing – and rocked. Back and forth. For hours.
I suppose at some point my conscious numbness conceded to my body and I fell asleep.
It’s waking up that’s the worst. The moment you think maybe that was just a dream, then slowly process that it wasn’t. And the realization is stabbing. And choking. As if someone is taking your insides and wringing them out like a washcloth.
But on that morning, when I woke up in my college apartment, the walls were covered with words. Words of hope. Quotes I loved. My sweet roommate snuck into my room before I woke up and filled that place of sadness with kindness and friendship and concern.
I don’t remember all of them, but I remember the largest, written in bright green across the middle of my mirror.
This too shall pass.
And despite my bloodshot eyes and knotted stomach and heavy heart, I could not help but smile.
(Image source: Modern Hepburn on Tumblr)
When I was a little girl with polka dot bows and Velcro shoes, I always knew when the hydrangea bushes, lining the side of our little blue house, would bloom. Every year, it was late May or early June. My dad told me they were blooming just for me – to wish me happy birthday.
Now every time I see those big round clusters of violet and blue flowers, I can’t help but think of him. And how he taught me to appreciate the world around me and wonder at its beauty.
(Image source: Better Homes and Gardens.)
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