perchance to dream...

Yeah, I can take roadtrip adventures by myself, pursue debt-free living and a dream job with dedication, but there are still nights like this, when I wonder how someone with such a big heart and overwhelming passion always finds herself in such a big bed alone.

Having a good memory can be a real bitch sometimes. As can being so nostalgic. Good thing I - nope, that’s right. I’ve got both…

zoekeating:

As a DIY artist it’s up to me to educate myself about the music business. I do my best, but some elements of it seem exceedingly opaque, in particular, performance royalties as handled by the performing rights societies such as ASCAP and BMI. The royalty “system” for radio and television is…

I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you goodnight. And there’s a lot of difference.
Ernest Hemingway  (via twinkletitties)

If you ever wonder where I’ve gone, look first to the spot where you walked away.

Just because we hadn’t said “I love you” out loud yet,
doesn’t mean I didn’t feel it.
And just because you suddenly chose someone else,
doesn’t mean it went away.

I do.

And it didn’t.

“There’s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It’s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.”

~ Gretchen Kemp