One way or another.

Nothing is as exhausting, nothing is as overwhelming, nothing is as worthwhile as you. Tomorrow is such a monumental day for you and for me, and the excitement I feel is unexplainable. I’m happy just to be in your presence, always. Nothing could make me happier.

you were an elevator ride to the fortieth floor,
and you were all of the buttons pressed at once,
but i lived in the basement.


The future was bright when you were ten, but at nineteen it is even brighter and more plausible than you could have ever imagined. You are diving into warfare without a safety net when you should be on your way to calling the shots behind the White House desk. Did you imagine this – getting arrested — as you pranced around the playground in your light-up shoes, dreaming of becoming a lawyer, a writer, a teacher?  Nineteen is too young to be settling down, but twenty-five is too old for dreaming without following through with the plans.  Five years can pass in the blink of an eye! As of now, at nineteen, you have illuminated your steps with irresponsibility and failed to fulfill goals, let alone create any. Where are your plans? What are they?  Do not stop dreaming when you are so close to reaching the futures you’ve considered, but don’t dream without doing. This is not where you want to be. This is not who you are. You are not an alcoholic. Every second counts, Laura— today, tomorrow, and for the rest of your life.

i loved you then, i love you now.

It was a moonless July and the sun sent shards of gold to push me over the edge. I say moonless because although we had become creatures of the eve, with you there was always a constant humming of daylight fervor. So we ignored old Moony like we ignored our parents when they told us to look before we leap. He would not nag us to bed. He would not nag us to work. It was a moonless July and you sent shivers down my spine to push me over the edge.

A moonless July, but I was with you. I refused to let there exist something as abominable as the dark.


Little did I know the effort was counterproductive.



Every Other Freckle // alt-J

(Source: tuuuuunes)