helpimtalkingandicantshutup:

Once again McLeods Daughters makes me cry like a baby. The writers for that show didn’t get hugged enough as children.

janelwritespoetry:

and i’m afraid that maybe
we’ll always be on opposite 
coasts, digging tunnels 
into each others’ backyard
dreams, walking the same
path at the same speed,
beginning at opposite
ends - each of us with
unconditional determination
to reach the finish line

but this is the problem with
point ‘a’ and point ‘b’: 
we never learned how 
to meet halfway