“You owe me.”
Look what happens with love like that.
It lights up the sky.
|—||Leo Tolstoy (via dj-ghostatl)|
|—||Bob Marley (via blindthoughts)|
|—||Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie (via lettersfromanywhere)|
Hail unto thee who art Ra in thy rising.
A rough night last night and a stormy commute make it challenging to feel the light of the Sun this morning. He is ever there, though, even when we perceive him not.
Time for another cup o’ coffee.