- familiarity(via birdsofafeatherpen)
My parents are holding hands in the car on the way home
and it’s beautiful.
They don’t always get along, but it’s eleven o’clock on a
grey August Sunday and my father turned fifty today.
And I think my mother understands tonight that he is
coming to the realization that he is closer to sixty
than sixteen, and he is wondering how he got here.
But somehow their fingers threaded together
and the cool pavement after the rain
is enough tonight.
And tonight is sad, but it is also good.
You’re miles away, but you love me,
but one day it will be late on a quiet day,
and I’ll weave my hand through yours
while you drive
and the mere outline of your frame in the
cool starlight will be captivating, and I’ll smile
and wonder how I got here,
and wonder how I got to be with you.
We are closer to sixteen than twenty-six,
but I don’t think I’ll ever get tired
of holding your hand.
She orders the same thing every time we go get Mexican. Chicken Quesadilla with a sweet tea. She always picks out the same style shirts when we go shopping. She owns an abundance of blue blouses. When we’re drinking, she’s always the first one sleeping. Vodka shots get to her quicker than they…
me at forever 21
- “wow this would be great if it wasn’t covered in crosses and studs”
- “was the galaxy print necessary”
- “why is this so cheap”
- “why is this so expensive”
- “why is everything so ugly”
- “why are 90% of my clothes from here”
- “i hate everything here”
- “im gonna buy everything”
My roommate and his girlfriend got in the shower together and they’re… Talking about politics?
I was expecting to hear “OH GOD, HARDER,” not “George Washington was entirely correct in his prediction of what distinct parties would do to politics as a whole.”
Nope nevermind, there it is, apparently political debate is just their form of foreplay
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