— The Winter of the Air (via minuty)
wine tastes so bad. I’m convinced the whole world is in on an inside joke together trying to persuade me that wine tastes good to them. there’s no way any one can like the taste of it. it’s like bug spray. the whole frickin world pretends to like bug spray. I don’t understand why. stop the madness
wine is an acquired taste. if you don’t like it, acquire some taste
— (via jessielou24)
The older you get, the more things are associated with names.
This was her song.
This was his favorite place to eat.
She wanted to go there when we got older.
That was the color I loved him best in.
The hard thing is to understand that this happens, and to cherish it. Don’t shy away from it. Don’t close yourself off and refuse to experience the pain of namesakes and memories. Embrace that special feeling of associating a time of your life with a time of someone else’s. In the grand scheme of things, you are only you one time. You will never see through these eyes again, never move the same joints again. Cherish this unique moment, this unique life. There are too many experiences still to come to get hung up on the ones that have passed.
Never forget how much there is to live for.
Be the person you would be proud to tell your kids about.
May the story my bones tell be more than a review of my career.
I think we’ve all experienced it before. And at the end of it all, we wonder where everything went, all the time invested, the nights of tossing and turning, the avenues that we took without knowing where it’d take us, the risks, the tears, the sacrifices, where did it all go? Like an unfinished puzzle piece, but the missing parts are all scattered somewhere in space. We look at them and we see a stranger. It never makes sense, but it is what it is.