syntheticlivesblog:

Your house is no bueno.
Iceland.

syntheticlivesblog:

Your house is no bueno.

Iceland.

"Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes."

— The Winter of the Air   (via minuty)

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espybounce:

lepreas:

framesjanco:

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

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"I just want someone who won’t get annoyed when I text them six times or in all caps. Someone I can go on long drives with and can sing along to the radio with. Someone I can eat pizza with at 2am and kiss at 6pm. Someone who chooses me everyday and never thinks twice about it."

— (via jessielou24)

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mingdliu:

A Story A Day #104
Last night I took at nap at 10PM and I told my brother to wake me up at 11PM so I could watch TV and write but he didn’t. So here’s yesterday’s post :)

mingdliu:

A Story A Day #104

Last night I took at nap at 10PM and I told my brother to wake me up at 11PM so I could watch TV and write but he didn’t. So here’s yesterday’s post :)

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. 

And back to strangers.

stfudarlenespeaks:

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.

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Dispatchwork, Lego street art around the world by Jan Vormann.

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