“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”—Neil Gaiman (via fuckyeahhappy)
"Please, don’t ever leave me." I sight nervously, aware that our time together is nearing its end. "No, not yet, just a few minutes more…. I need you, goddamit, can’t you see that? Can’t anyone see that?” And then my mom yells once again and I have to leave my bed.