I love when my cat crushes his forehead into mine like my sk... - Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE
"I love when my cat crushes his forehead into mine like my skull is an empty beer can. But it’s not—there’s still a sip left."
"I love when my cat crushes his forehead into mine like my skull is an empty beer can. But it’s not—there’s still a sip left."
"When I lost her I gained the future, because she was my past, and she freed me to become who I was born to be."
"The memory of her love shimmers the way white light ripples gently on the midnight river, and I am currently thirsting to swim in the current that will flow downstream into her wading and waiting arms."
"She moves through my memory the way the gentle river waves turn the setting sun's rays into a nostalgic light show."
"Hoping to win the lottery to escape your existence is like waiting on a unicorn to give you a ride out of town. If you’re interested, I’m selling saddles."
"The sides of buildings should be like the tops of lakes. I’d fish through your window hoping to catch a smile."