trainwrite: by Shannon Hunter I don’t write letters anymore. With the speed of two Japanese bullet trains, every memory I have of him has collided with every word I know, creating a completely indecipherable mess. Except, the Shinkansen hasn’t had a single accident in its entire history. I cannot say the same for my heart. Shannon Hunter likes oak trees, and libraries, and misses the sea....
What happens in a certain place can stain your feelings for that location, just...– Lemony Snicket (via 0bstacles)
‘Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always...– One Day, David Nicholls
Things I Will Not Explain
What? You expect me to tell you all my deepest feelings when I see you about once a year and don’t even like you all that much? What, even. I didn’t quite see it that way- Okay, I didn’t see it that way, ever, until it was pointed out. Now I am not so sure. … what am I doing? Fuck the rules. I don’t need to do anything the normal way. Have been completely sold on...
things I have done
speciallyi: some I am not proud of
Shane Koyczan, "6:59 AM"
sharingpoetry: I’ve been told that people in the army do more by 7:00 am than I do in an entire day but if I wake at 6:59 am and turn to you to trace the outline of your lips with mine I will have done enough and killed no one in the process. (Submitted by clemntina)
My eyes are all wuzzy after getting off the plane. I hope it’s just fatigue and not some crazy disease that has come along with my odd cough and occasional migraine. I have had it with illnesses this year. Every single time I come back from a trip things become unfamiliar, I find myself different and detached, like I don’t quite know this life. Sometimes it scares me. I take a look at...
Conversation with two guys at the departure gate
Guys: Have the gates closed?!
My cousin: They haven't opened.
Guys, still panting: ...huh?!
Cousin: The plane just arrived.
Guys: So... they're late?