my problem is that even if i won the lottery i wouldn’t know what to do with my life
(photo by chuck)
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9 months ago | 68 notes
my problem is that even if i won the lottery i wouldn’t know what to do with my life
(photo by chuck)
(via fugaciousness)
9 months ago | 68 notes
like running in a dream with heavy legs; like yelling in a dream but no sound comes out.
tonight we sit on your couch together until late, until we’re drunk. we don’t connect: our legs are heavy, we’re mute.
(photo by Elisa Chavarri)
1 year ago
put a little something in our lemonaid and take it with us
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1 year ago | 1 note
if only people were reliable.
1 year ago
keeping a friend at the expense of a future lover is tragic, but mitigated. the light may shine in the friend.
and shine especially bright when the friend and lover lost are one and the same.
1 year ago
who we were is fleeting, but for a fraction of a second i felt what it was like to be wanted for who i was.
1 year ago | 247 notesRem was sickened, just sickened. He knew only too well what came next.
(Photo: Rene Mesman; Dwell)
i dreamed for the first time in 30 years. of love and loss and of the way things seem to be and of the way things are.
many years ago my dreams stopped. this morning i woke refreshed.
no more.
dreams.
love, loss, seem, and are.
fiddle on now clown, for we are about to burn
1 year ago
talking of love? but is there no crumb on your coat? is there nothing i can do for you instead?
sometimes with enough wine i accidentally eat great non-vegan food like earl grey shortcake with chocolate toffee, tomato balsamic ice cream, and saskatoon berries. at least i make it count…