Les enfants seuls savent ce qu'ils cherchent.

krispayne:

goingthroughthemotions:

another favorite.

Jesus Christ.  I want to live, I want to give.

One day, I’ll be sitting on my porch in some mountain town, far from the shithole that is New York and my wife will be inside knitting or some shit and my kids will be fishing or playing in the trees or some shit and I’ll be on the porch pickin, and I’ll start strummin this, but it’ll fucking mean something, you know? it’ll mean something.

One day, I’ll be taking the pot roast out of the oven and i’ll set it on the dinner table. Then I’ll walk to the back screened-door and yell to the kids that dinner is ready. And I’ll wait for them to come inside and kiss them each on the cheek and then tell them to go wash their hands. Then I’ll walk out to the front porch and see my husband sitting in his chair, the chair he always sits in, playing his guitar. I’ll look at him and not say a word. He’ll not even notice that I’m watching because he’s playing Heart of Gold. I’ll stand there and wait until he’s sung the entire song; and i’ll just listen. Then I’ll walk up to him and kiss him on the cheek and it’ll fucking mean something, ya know? It’ll mean something.