Don’t live the same year 75 times and call it a life.

Robin Sharma (via severs)

This hit me like a brick…

(via knitting-books)

(Source: pureblyss)


Having trouble getting out the tent


Having trouble getting out the tent











She is the Senator of my state and that makes me really happy.

Bless this woman

(Source: futomato)

Last summer you took me to the ocean.
You taught me how to fall in love with broken seashells and how to fear the infinity of the water.
We sat on the edge of the waves,
Ankles deep in the sea-kissed sand,
And I whispered that I loved you with each passing tide.
Your shadow beside mine,
Walking down the boardwalk with burning bare feet and naked hearts,
We were careless.
I think for an instance that we forgot that we were far from perfect.
We bought a small beach towel on a night in mid-july
And we laid out on the cold sand like a layer of sheer lust.
You rested your head on a sandy pillow
And I laid upon your chest under the full white moon.
The perpetual waves were a symphony of youth, recklessness, and of first love.
Memories like this make me miss the sound of your voice
gwegg (via gwegg)

Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.


How to Pack Luggage?

Need this for Michigan 👏


seeing your friends after they went out and had fun and “forgot” to invite you


My life