“ stick with me girl, and there will be. ”
talking about how i wished there were more nights lying out under the stars.
(weeks before anything existed between anyone)
Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist
back when we worked together, Royce (my awesome 26 year old gay best friend) was always saying that me and that other buser would be the cutest couple. the way i acted and part of how i looked reminded him of Norah from “Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist,” and this guy reminded Royce of Nick. he pushed and prodded the idea, as did other people we worked with. we found the idea funny; silly even. and yet, months later, i guess… here we are.
imnotartsyenoughforacleverurl:
When they are smiling and happy and then something bad happens and you have to sit there and watch them. You watch their day become ruined. It’s like a car accident- the kind you can’t help but watch.
Isn’t that the worst?
“ You are my exception. ”
He’s Just Not That Into You (2009) (via writingsarah) (via kari-shma) (via planeridetomydreams)
the night was breaking somewhere in the distance.
shadows melted up, tired, taking in the air and
creating out the dark. usually so unsure in form,
stretched copy by stretched copy, now so complete
they became. the cold of winter was apparent,
marked by breath seen in the air and frost on
every dark window’s glass. so whole the shadows
became, unbroken by streetlight or starlight, that
silence was not a mere guest to this small sleeping
town. but this was a different vow of silence,
one of the eye; not of what you hear. and we
promised right then we would break it. we would
paint the night with the noise of sight and string
our lights out across the street. we would set to
work and we would bring the darkness to life. i said
we could keep the air and lights coming.
you said that you know.
love, to me, is not looking at another with a fluttery feeling in your stomach, holding each other all of the time, or comparing their eyes to such physical and majestic things. love is sitting next to them, not holding hands or touching in any way, and knowing that you both will one day leave the other, some time, some where, some how… and you still treat their presence as if they will be there your entire earth’s stay; they’ve given you the strength and independence to leave them if you wish, and you think about it constantly, yet you stay where you are because you’re still the same person you were before you met them, and that lack of change of scenery makes you feel at home. love is an attatched detachment- a present contradiction- that leaves you content with yourself and the world around you.
“I don’t want to build my life around you,
but I do want to include you in the building of my life.”
-Peter McWilliams.
I’ve been given the go-ahead to see my boyfriend’s
band play tonight at the sheep. I have from anytime
until 11… and I can’t find a ride. fudge.
:D yay for my ability to enjoy driving aimlessly
around town and finding a way to not have to go home.
*sigh* though i’m not sure it makes me feel good to
“stretch the truth” like i do.
“ Don’t you do what you’ve wanted to, yeah, don’t destroy yourself like those cowards do. And maybe the sun keeps coming up because it has gotten used to you and your constant need for proof. ”
Bright Eyes (via dondante)
