just deposited money, bought travel toiletries, got a manicure/pedicure
and going out for sushi at 8 for my last meal in the us for a while.
shit’s gettin real.
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At The End of the Day Old Gray
bury me with the great ships at the bottom of the sea
and let these waves wash over us so we can finally see that
we are not alone.
there’s so much more for us
despite the distance
we’re still one at heart
"I’m the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I’m the type of person who doesn’t find it painful to be alone. I find spending an hour or two every day running alone, not speaking to anyone, as well as four or five hours alone at my desk, to be neither difficult nor boring. I’ve had this tendency ever since I was young, when, given a choice, I much preferred reading books on my own or concentrating on listening to music over being with someone else. I could always think of things to do by myself.’"
- Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (via casket-case)
(Source: absea, via touchmybuttplz)
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Тишь да гладь на формспринге.
russian skramz.
i like a boy a lot wah
I want to be a comma,
snug against a phrase. Or
a quotation mark, hugging
your words. A semi-colon;
a pause. Or parentheses
(keeping safe the things
you didn’t really want
anyone to hear). Maybe
a period, the last thing
you see before everything
ends.
(Source: ungathering, via waitingforinspirationtostrike)
