Happiness Pending.

So I don't know what I am but I will find out in due time.

neil-gaiman:

chrisriddellblog:

Dark Sonnet by Neil Gaiman.

I love that Chris Riddell is drawing illustrations for some of my poems for no better reason than pure enjoyment (and what better reason for making art could there be?)

(via rsiken)

nomoremissnicebi:

My dad has a doppelganger named Eric. For years people have been coming up to him, thinking he was Eric. Sometimes people get a whole conversation going while my dad stands there politely wondering why this stranger is talking to him before they stop, wide eyed, and realize “you’re not Eric.” None of us have ever seen Eric, but we know he’s out there. Sometimes a couple years will go by without an Eric incident and we worry. But then my dad will come home like “good news guys, Eric’s still alive, I met his cousin today.”

(via anxiousdenim-deactivated2018111)

Because when you miss someone obviously the sensible thing is to talk to someone else 

/ two more weeks please please please I am not the most patient of people 

One day you lose something, and you say: ‘Oh my God. I was happy. And I didn’t even know it.’

Unknown, Humans of New York (via intractably)

(Has it really been two years later?)

(via scheherazadian)

There is only so much trepidation and waiting that my heart can stand

If I should run out of patience I don’t know what else I should do