sunnydale high, class of 1999

(Source: bitcaoftheyear)

alaska-alaskaa:

dinner for two

alaska-alaskaa:

dinner for two

(Source: midnightinvienna)

suicunesrider:

I almost scrolled past this
I fucking almost scrolled past this

suicunesrider:

I almost scrolled past this

I fucking almost scrolled past this

(Source: stickyembraces)

We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.
found-la:

I’m running out of words to describe this place… #iceland

found-la:

I’m running out of words to describe this place… #iceland

STOP

(Source: lumadreamland)

all new learning looks at first
like chaos.
We are very good at preparing to live, but not very good at living. We know how to sacrifice ten years for a diploma, and we are willing to work very hard to get a job, a car, a house, and so on. But we have difficulty remembering that we are alive in the present moment, the only moment there is for us to be alive.
Remember yourself as a little girl, she is counting on you to protect her.

Ambition is a choice.
Ambition is a race we choose to run
So we could get here so we could
I don’t know so we could save poor
People or invent something or be in charge.

Last winter I slept in word counts
Face pressed to table tops as the
Snow came and the sun rose
And a man came in to vacuum the floor.
Slowly, softly, tracing oriental fur and listening
To the decrescendo of his iPod.

And I’d be tired.
Not just sleepy, but tired.
Tired until all I wanted to do was put on something
Acoustic and romantic and vacuum castle floors.

Why do I feel like I can’t do that?

I’m not sure anymore if I want
To schedule meals and be late
And delegate because that’s what
Good leaders do.

I’m tired of justifying with tomorrow’s bliss, because
Yesterday’s tomorrow is today and
Someday the sun is going to die
And then the human race will end and
I’ll still be texting to see if that other party’s better.

Do you wanna leave soon?
No, I want enough time to be in love
with everything.

We’re too smart to sell our time
For cocktail moments of
This is what I’ve done
And summers lost for
Three lines on a document
That can’t contain the time
You got high on pancakes
And built a snow fort.

We’re not that young.
We’ve always been young
But now we’re not that young.

And the world is so beautiful.

And this is what we’ve got, you know? This is what we’ve got and we’ll just keep flirting forward, shrinking fonts and grays in love songs to future companies who may decide they want us on their team.

thebulkinator:

my-dear-psychopath:

These are probably the best things ever.

EVER.

IVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG FOR THIS

(Source: when-life-gives-you-boobs)

[There is a] stubborn power of politeness over time. Over time. That’s the thing. Mostly we talk about politeness in the moment. Please, thank you, no go ahead, I like your hat, cool shoes, you look nice today, please take my seat, sir, ma’am, etc. All good, but fleeting.

[…]

Here’s a polite person’s trick, one that has never failed me… When you are at a party and are thrust into conversation with someone, see how long you can hold off before talking about what they do for a living. And when that painful lull arrives, be the master of it. I have come to revel in that agonizing first pause, because I know that I can push a conversation through. Just ask the other person what they do, and right after they tell you, say: “Wow. That sounds hard.”