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That night she fell in love with a boy while she was waiting for her train.

He was sitting on one of those circular benches that are languidly dispersed along the platform, but what caught her eye was the copy of New Yorker in his hands. ‘A-ha,’ she thought, ‘there’s my opening, hipster boy.’ 

Tall, slim, all angles and 5-day face scruff. A welcome sight after working 12-hour days in shirtsleeves and spreadsheets. 

She asked him if she could squeeze in by him on the bench, and he scooted gracefully to the left. 

'Is that New Yorker? I think I'm reading the same issue.'

They commiserated over being behind on the magazine - back issues piled up on a beleaguered nightstand. 

They sat a while longer, him focusing on an article, her sitting in contented silence, until his train pulled up. 

That night she fell in love with a girl for 5 stops on the BART.

It was crazy and inexplicable, but she thought she saw eternity in the milky way of freckles dotted across her face.

And all along the 5-stop duration, the girl with the galaxy of freckles and cat eyes didn’t realize the one-sided love affair unfolding across from her. 

She didn’t even like girls (that way) normally, but there was something in the way her heart sighed when the girl closed her inexplicable cat eyes and let her lashes brush against the velvet of her cheek. 

And as rapidly as her love started, her love left, at Lake Merritt, and she was all alone again. 

If you’ve fallen that hard for someone,

they’ll always have a rent-free space in your heart.

— Jerry Waugh via Justin Lin

Lying on the smooth, polished wooden floor of my childhood bedroom, watching my glasses fog up, feeling my heart thump, thump, thump. 

It’s a luxury, to wallow in my own sweat. 

I feel alive. 

jawline and Barbour jacket, perfect

Psychedelic Wallpaper (A Space Odyssey)

Happy birthday sweet @marjasamsom this boat party rocks!!! Kisses iv (at Brooklyn Bridge)

love the photo

if i were perfect and reality allowed for it, this is what i would do with my non-working hours:

  • volunteer (e.g. save cats from trees, help people do their taxes)
  • build/start something cool (nebulous, i know)
  • run marathons, climb rocks, ride my (non-existent) bike 
  • maintain an obsessively clean living space
  • make Pinterest-worthy lunches every day

these are the things that we (society?) tell ourselves that we should be doing so we can climb the next rung on the ladder.  

but i am not perfect and most days after work, i am too lazy to do anything other than shower, pour myself some scotch, and watch premium television.

i can’t even do my own taxes, so i have quite a bit to work up to. 

i tell myself it’s alright to take a little ramp-up time. 

I fell in love with
the way you entered
a room like both
April and May —
coming in out of the cold
with the promise to
grow flowers in the
vacant places in my chest.
— (via lucyquin)

(via akbeachbum)