what is an acceptable amount of time to wait until I can talk to him after he broke up with me? Is a week ok? I still want to be friends and it was an amiable breakup
I want coffees and chocolate and cupcakes and jeans and boots and jackets and haircuts and waxing and dresses and everything that might possibly fill the gaping hole in my heart.
Instead I’m going to try running and tea and reading and baths and solace, and friends and movies and laughter.
And maybe these things will stitch up my heart and keep it together until I can love again.
Global Rich List
Didn’t make it onto the yearly roll call of the mega-wealthy? Why not find out where you’d actually sit in comparison to the rest of the world? You might be surprised.
The minimum wage in Australia is $31,000 which puts you in the top 3% in the world
❝ Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.
today I couldn’t remember your name in the shower
my brain stumbled over it like a child on a cold winter morning, learning to walk
Angus
there it is. The name that came into my life and nestled a spot in my heart.
only to wrench it out, when my name didn’t quite fit
in his.
❝ Theres a brief moment when you first wake up, where you have no memories. A blissful blank slate, a happy emptiness.
❝ Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is ‘Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.’
