I’m not going to forget you ever. Please know that. You might forget me but I’ll still remember everything. I’m just wired that way.
Every atom in magnificiant glow
Let’s start with sex, because it always seems to come down to that, doesn’t it? Fine, it’s all right, let’s just address it straight up. It’s Friday night and we’re at that bar you “hate” but always end up at because friends. Because lonesome. Because cheap drinks. And the hours wile away until it is three in the morning, when Ray Bradbury said the soul is most vulnerable.
Fall will be concerts and apartment decorating and sneaking into bars and hanging on tight to the last half of my college years. I can’t wait.
No doubt all of this is not true remembrance but the ruinous work of nostalgia, which obliterates the past, and no doubt, as usual, I have exaggerated everything.
(Source: laurtobi, via taco-human)
A Book Igloo!? Awesome!
Are you sick of looking at those dusty books on your shelves?(via Those crazy artists. - Cool Like Pie)
She felt herself teetering on the edge of possibilities.
(Source: the-final-sentence)
(via tookieclothespins)
You, on top of me, heavy, immense,
and I, feeling so light.
(via the-final-sentence)
But it was another girl, young and new to the city, fiddling with her keys.
(Source: the-final-sentence)
