Neet.

I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively.


I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.

Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via cake-light)

(Source: lyras)

weirdsynthnoises:

urqtgf:

How do you do stuff without feeling embarrassed

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rocknrollercoaster:

to tha window
rocknrollercoaster:

to tha wall
indiaincredible:

Keets at the Taj Mahal (by JolyonHolroyd)
misfit-pirate-ship:

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

me in the grocery store when my mom escapes

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