“I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.”
• I remember vividly being extremely sad one Christmas night when I realized all I had was a couple of socks. Younger me couldn't understand money was not growing on trees and my parents probably had much important things to deal with at the time than my own happiness. Since that day I decided I would never ever expect anything from anyone again. I would create my own happiness, fill my days with gifts of all sorts, without any price tags attached.
Christmas became just another day for me. I spent most of my late teens aside and my twenties away, sleeping in a forest, by railroad tracks, in a field, next to a crater lake, and in the woods all over again. This year will be no different, I know I'll flee again, the uncertainty lies in the location. But that's irrelevant to me, somewhere into the wild is where I want to be. •
🔊 Eddie Vedder - Society ✨