My mother never gave me any idea that I couldn’t do whatever I wanted to do or be whomever I wanted to be. She filled our house with love and fun and books and music, unflagging in her efforts to give me role models from Jane Austen to Eudora Welty to Patti Smith. As she guided me through these incredible eighteen years, I don’t know if she ever realized that the person I most wanted to be was her.
Someone who likes what you like, someone who reads the
same books or listens to the same music or likes to trash the same
movies. Someone compatible…but not so compatible that they’re boring.
You respect each other’s opinions and you can laugh at the same jokes,
but I don’t know – there’s just something about not quite knowing what
the other person’s gonna do at all times that’s just really exciting.
domestic lorelai x luke ღ (1/??) tippecanoe and taylor, too
look, it’s like tommy lee having a starbucks at his house. what? on the surface, it sounds great. but half the reason you go to a starbucks is to go to a starbucks, you know, to go out and see the people. tommy lee has a starbucks in his house?