Sometimes i feel inspired, and sometimes a would rather stay in bed all day curled up under soft blankets and too many cheap thrifted pillows, Netflix and coffee in hand. Sometimes i want to do it all, and i think this life is too short to not do all the things in the world. All the things. Like caring about proper punctuation and grammar, but to be true, not caring is luxurious. Sometimes i feel like this life is too long to endure, a kind of impatient longing for the next. Sometimes i dream of long road trips with exotic destinations, or waking up in another country, nostalgia and expectant wonder all in one. Sometimes i feel it all, and sometimes that is a beautiful thing.