Let me lie alone on my back in tall grass and see the sun and the water droplets on the branches and the red tree trunks through my own eyes. Let me color them and build them with my own words. Lonely, strong words. Let me stand alone at the edge of the earth and look at it honestly, alone.
Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters.
Ernest Hemingway (via harukimuracallme)