“I don't want to work in a kitchen, I want to work in my kitchen. I want chairs that don't match and a porch with a swing. I want mason jars filled with wildflowers in the center of rustic wooden tables. I want flickering candles and a fire in a fireplace. I want mismatched dishes and old-timey silver. I want people to be able to smell what's cooking a mile away so that even though they don't know the address, they'll still find us. I want a honky-tonk band and couples dancing under colorful lanterns. I want a place that feels like home. A place where I belong. I stare at Momma's skillet, on the stovetop waiting for me to fry up those chicken fried steaks. She may not have loved me. She may not have even liked me. But goddamn if that woman didn't teach me how to cook.” HomeMommaRestaurantDream RealityWhat I Want Book:Nowhere But Home Source: Nowhere But Home
“Stop crying to the ocean, stop crying over me. Stop worrying over nothing, stop worrying over me. So it's been so long since you said, well I know what I want and what I want's right here with you.” LoveWorryTegan And SaraTegan QuinSara QuinSainthoodWorrying Over NothingThe OceanWhat I Want Author:Tegan Quin
“Eduard had already been on that road several times but he had always decided to go back because he'd still not received the signal to go forward. Now things were different. The signal had finally come in the form of a young woman with green eyes, brown hair and the startled look of someone who thinks they know what they want.” LifeMoving ForwardMoving OnEyesRoadLookWhat I WantDecisons Book:Veronika Decides to Die Source: Veronika Decides to Die