I can’t think of anything but nights with you…
i’m ambivalent to home ownership. i was born with two restless legs, and one of them always seems to be partially out the door. although others claim that renters are just throwing their money away — i value the freedom (pseudo or otherwise) from chains that dwelling in someone else’s responsibility provides. i’ll happily “invest” in that.
but… i just love this little house! it’s so elegantly simple and yet overwhelmingly charming. compact enough that you’ll deeply consider the addition of every new possession.
the moment i saw it, i thought, “i could build a home like this with someone i love.” leaving it here just in case.
It seemed like you could know me. Like you could understand anything I told you. And the more we spoke, I knew why. The same things excited us. The same things concerned us.
I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have always believed in these things. It was with some amazement that I realized I was one of the few people in the world who really believed in these things without going around making a dull middle class philosophy out of it. I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.
‘Explore me’ you said and I collected my ropes, flasks and maps, expecting to be back home soon. I dropped into the mass of you and I cannot find the way out. Sometimes I think I’m free, coughed up like Jonah from the whale, but then I turn a corner and recognize myself again. Myself in your skin, myself lodged in your bones, myself floating in the cavities that decorate every surgeon’s wall. That is how I know you. You are what I know.
Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body (via wendesgray)
Never waste your time trying to explain who you are to people who are committed to misunderstanding you.
Breuer/Lundberg Cabin. LUNDBERG DESIGN
livestock tank pool. 25-feet diameter and 14-feet deep.
All this essentially amounts to the fact I’m nervous to get into any situation where I’ll be stuck for the rest of my life. I think that’s the problem with us 20-somethings. No matter what job we get or relationship we embark upon, the practice of doing the same thing every day is a form of monotony we’re not easily accustomed to, and the thought of it continuing on forever creates terror in our liberated souls. We just finally became independent, after all; to hell with walls and cable bills.