Thank you for all the times you made me smile for no reason.
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to open my feelings.
Thank you for always being there when i was alone.
Thank you for all the conversations we had.
Thank you for caring when i need it.
Thank you for your honesty.
Thank you for all the jokes.
If you take a book with you on a journey,…an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it…yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.
Cornelia Funke, Inkheart (via astrophil-to-stella)
I’ve been at work since 4am and I probably won’t leave till tomorrow morning because we’re expecting a ton of rain which puts us on a flood watch. So this is awesome. Preparing for this kind of stuff on a ton of acres is not easy.