Sometimes things are not what you expect them to be. Or how you expect them to be. Or who. Sometimes you have to drive in circles a few times and then stop to ask for directions, because even though you know you’re close, the road is closed for construction, and you need to find a new way around. Sometimes every bar you go to is closed or closing, except for one, but it’s loud, and you sort of mill behind the stacks of people waiting to be served because you actually don’t really even want a drink you just want a space, to talk, and it’s too loud for talking in here anyways, so maybe instead you’ll drive down by the lake and park. Sometimes you decide that 2am is as good a time as any to go through your drawers and closets and pull out piles of things to give away, and you find yourself, sitting on the edge of your bed holding a shirt, an unbelievably soft, threadbare shirt, and you realize that this shirt is your security blanket and yes, you’re thirty years old and apparently have a security blanket, but that that’s ok because sometimes we all need to feel secure. 

Sometimes things are not what you expect them to be. Or how you expect them to be. Or who. Sometimes you have to drive in circles a few times and then stop to ask for directions, because even though you know you’re close, the road is closed for construction, and you need to find a new way around. Sometimes every bar you go to is closed or closing, except for one, but it’s loud, and you sort of mill behind the stacks of people waiting to be served because you actually don’t really even want a drink you just want a space, to talk, and it’s too loud for talking in here anyways, so maybe instead you’ll drive down by the lake and park. Sometimes you decide that 2am is as good a time as any to go through your drawers and closets and pull out piles of things to give away, and you find yourself, sitting on the edge of your bed holding a shirt, an unbelievably soft, threadbare shirt, and you realize that this shirt is your security blanket and yes, you’re thirty years old and apparently have a security blanket, but that that’s ok because sometimes we all need to feel secure. 

(Source: bodacia, via room42)

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