…I am cheered with the moist, warm, glittering, budding, and melodious hour that takes down the narrow walls of my soul and extends its life and pulsation to the very horizon. That is Morning. To cease for a bright hour to be a prisoner of this sickly body and to become as large as the World.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, Journals

qotd

I saw this over on Tumblr and I had to reblog it because I was like omg this is exactly what I have going on!

all i want is a partner who is way out of my league but thinks that i’m way out of their league and we’ll live together in perfect confused harmony with a dog

It’s lovely.