(Almost) Love Story

It happens time and time again.

Live. Love. Let Go.

Charlie St. Cloud.
Teaches you, to live, you need to let go of some things you hold most dear.
Or.

You just can't have it both ways.

One day.

Worlds I have only dreamed of visiting.

Nice, France.
Florence, Italy.

Nepal.

Greece.

Egypt.

Austria, Josh wants to go there.

Venice, I want to go there.

I can't wait to conquer the world.

 

The Sailor from Gibraltar.

Current digest :

"Yes, you need the litte things," he said. "But in life, just being contented isn't enough. Now and again you need something more, don't you?"

"What?"

"Happiness. That's what loves for isn't it?"

"I don't know."

Let your hair down.

I've always wondered how my cousin manages her journeys across far distances on her own. Doesn't she grow bored and lonely? Scared even, at the thought of having no one to help at hand. It all sounds very poetic and liberating to pack up your things, get in the car, and go where the road takes you. But when she tells me she has driven to the bushlands and taken refuge in her car not one, but two nights alone, I've been a little concerned. I guess I would have to experience that freedom myself to understand how she could muster up the courage to do that.
I went for a drive with Josh before, and I couldn't stop driving. At this very moment, the summer breeze is whipping around like violent waves in the sea. It feels so nice. We drove out to grab some refreshing slurpees and I decided to take the extra, extra, extra long way home. Plenty of block rounders and u-turns to extend my drive. But it was the drive home after I dropped Josh off at home that something kicked in.
I had all of my windows wound down, letting the wind whip against my face and all up in my hair. I had Eagle Eye Cherry's Save Tonight playing at a high volume and was singing my heart out to it. I felt so free spirited and was tempted with thoughts of driving off to Angelsea instead of coming home, instead of coming back to go to work in the morning. So tempting.
My longing for a roadtrip is now stronger than ever.

The Naked & Famous - Young Blood

We're only young and naive still
We require certain skills
The mood it changes like the wind
Hard to control when it begins

The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-betweens
Fall back in love eventually
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Can't help myself but count the flaws
Claw my way out through these walls
One temporary escape
Feel it start to permeate

We lie beneath the stars at night
Our hands gripping each other tight
You keep my secrets hope to die
Promises, swear them to the sky

The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-betweens
Fall back in love eventually
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

As it withers
Brittle it shakes
Can you whisper
As it crumbles and breaks
As you shiver
Count up all your mistakes
Pair of forgivers
Let go before it's too late
Can you whisper
Can you whisper
Can you whisper
Can you whisper

The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-betweens
Fall back in love eventually
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-betweens
Fall back in love eventually
Yeah yeah yeah yeah