We all curate;
it’s the nature of the beast.
But I like open windows,
and fresh breezes that fill my lungs,
and open doors,
that let in the sun.
I don’t like worrying,
or holding tight for fear of slipping.
I like holding tight because in that moment,
I can’t think of anything that could possibly be better.
I believe in genuine.
And honest.
To oneself most of all.
(Source: lonelyfrenchtraveller, via elistarlight)
