I’m living a dream I never want to wake up from. – Cristiano

I’m living a dream I never want to wake up from.

–
Cristiano Ronaldo

Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn. – Mahatma

Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.

–
Mahatma Gandhi

At first, you fall in love. You wake in the morning woozy and your twilight is lit with astral violet light. You spelunk down into each other

At first, you fall in love. You wake in the morning woozy and your twilight is lit with astral violet light. You spelunk down into each other until you come to possess some inner vision of each other that becomes one thing. Us. Together. And time passes. Like the forming of Earth itself, volcanoes rise and spew lava. Oceans appear. Rock plates shift. Sea turtles swim half the ocean to lay eggs on the mother island; songbirds migrate over continents for berries from a tree. You evolve–cosmically and geologically. You lose each other and find each other again. Every day. Until love gathers the turtles and the birds of your world and encompasses them, too.

–
Michael Paterniti,

Driving Mr. Albert: A Trip Across America with Einstein’s Brain

And I wake up happy, baby, because I possess beauty and I own that beauty in all the forms it can take and the least important of those are

And I wake up happy, baby, because I possess beauty and I own that beauty in all the forms it can take and the least important of those are physical.

–
Kristen Ashley,

Knight

Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I’ll be happy for the rest of

Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I’ll be happy for the rest of my fucked up little life.

–
Charlotte Eriksson,

Empty Roads amp; Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps

When his writing is going well, Gordon Strangle Mars likes to wake up at 6 a.m. and go out driving. He works out new plot lines about giant

When his writing is going well, Gordon Strangle Mars likes to wake up at 6 a.m. and go out driving. He works out new plot lines about giant spiders and keeps an eye out for abandoned couches, which he wrestles into the back of his pickup truck. Then he writes for the rest of the day.

–
Kelly Link,

Pretty Monsters: Stories