Postcards From The Future

hooks that stick to the walls

wall decour

mini fridge

microwave

ikea boxes to keep everything organized

christmas lights

sleeping eye shades and ear plugs

lap desk

comforter and pillow case set

2349384984 containers of soup

blow drier

stove less hot water boiler

This is how it works
You’re young until you’re not
You love until you don’t
You try until you can’t
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else’s heart
Pumping someone else’s blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don’t get harmed
But even if it does
You’ll just do it all again

-Regina Spektor

wethinkwedream:

No distinction between the end of your body and the beginning of mine, intertwined and loving. A morning under the sheets is my favorite, waking up to your arm as my pillow and your body curved along mine. If this was the only place I’d be for the rest of my life I could be okay with that. The mornings that I wake up to you are the happiest.

it sucks that I expect so much from you yet you choose to be and are accustomed to being a selfish, selfish little man.

I am the oldest I have ever been yet for the first time, I feel so young. I am so young in the grand scheme of things, yet for some reason I have always believed myself to be this all-knowing, all-powerful person. I am finally figuring out my place and what truly matters. Life is just so fragile and so fleeting, I wish we could all see all the beauty we take for granted each day.

That’s all.

“Dull sublunary lovers’ love 
    —Whose soul is sense—cannot admit 
Of absence, ‘cause it doth remove                                   
    The thing which elemented it. 

But we by a love so much refined,
    That ourselves know not what it is, 
Inter-assurèd of the mind, 
    Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss.                          

Our two souls therefore, which are one, 
    Though I must go, endure not yet 
A breach, but an expansion, 
    Like gold to aery thinness beat. 

If they be two, they are two so                                         
    As stiff twin compasses are two ; 
Thy soul, the fix’d foot, makes no show 
    To move, but doth, if th’ other do. 

And though it in the centre sit, 
    Yet, when the other far doth roam,                               
It leans, and hearkens after it, 
    And grows erect, as that comes home. 

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
    Like th’ other foot, obliquely run ;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,                                   
    And makes me end where I begun.”

“In the nineteenth century, teenagers merely aspired to have a marriage that would be better than that of their parents; personally, I would never be satisfied unless my marriage was as good as Cliff and Clair Huxtable’s (or at least as enigmatic as Jack and Meg White’s). Pundits are always blaming TV for making people stupid, movies for desensitizing the world to violence, and rock music for making kids take drugs and kill themselves. These things should be the least of our worries. The main problem with mass media is that it makes it impossible to fall in love with any acumen of normalcy. There is no ‘normal,’ because everybody is being twisted by the same sources simultaneously. You can’t compare your relationship with the playful couple who lives next door, because they’re probably modeling themselves after Chandler Bing and Monica Geller. Real people are actively trying to live like fake people, so real people are no less fake. Every comparison becomes impractical. This is why the impractical has become totally acceptable; impracticality almost seems cool.”

“I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.”