June 2012
badcgijosh:
My dad sent me to the crawl space to find some decorations he made me put away six months ago and when he originally told me to put away the decorations he said “remember where you put these because six months from now I’m going to need you to go get them”
The point of this story isn’t that my dad is a contemporary prophet but that when I went down to get them and couldn’t remember...
“You were last seen walking through a field of pianos. No. A museum of mouths. In...”
– “new york craigslist > personals > missed connections” (via snakecharmer)
unicornology:
via clambistro
Well… Don’t be afraid… Take risks. Don’t just do things because people expect you to. Never be scared to tell anyone how you feel, or ask them how they feel. Never let people forget that you care about them. EVER. But don’t let that care limit what you do. Go where you like, do what you like, see who you like. You don’t realise just how clever and cool and good...
Cavaliere: Drinking with you →
frigidwaters:
I honestly quite dislike the feeling of wistfulness. The all-encompassing feeling of it. There’s so much to poke, scrutinised and pore over. The strange, sudden sadness that overwhelms you when a forgotten song suddenly props up and starts playing. When you find out the deeper meaning of it and…
cashcrab:
Ding fries are done ding fries are done… Lmao… good times… good times… (kicks back and opens up a cold brew)
