An old friend of mine mentioned yesterday that his living situation was becoming less than affordable but couldn’t find a good roommate. And it’s not that I have even vaguely considered moving anywhere anytime soon before that, but I’m seriously considering it. A fresh start now that all of my legal problems are over, getting out of my parents house, finding a job that pays me enough to live on, and the ability to hike, snowboard, ski, snowshoe, climb or kayak pretty much everyday (depending on the season of course). I feel like moving to the heart of the rockies maybe is just what the doctor prescribed. Oh, and there’s a country line dancing bar less than  an hour away, so we’re good with that too. I checked. 

"I want to see you breathless," he tells me, "I want you on the floor, against the wall, in various shades of desperation."

"And I want you raw and open, before you learnt what it was to build walls."

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #59  (via whiskeysandwords)


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