Where all the blood rushes to your head and your stomach drops and you feel incredibly sick?
Are the best of times…and worst of times…
Looks like the gym isn’t happening today.
Off to the mall to buy time and things that will kill time.
Also known as
What is my summer coming to?
Because that’s what makes it real.
The way the sunlight met the darkness that allowed the stars to shine that made me feel lucky to be alive. In that moment, nothing else mattered, all that mattered were the stars and the sky and whatever layed beyond. It was a weird and unexpected moment of happiness and euphoria and wonderment and awe. For that brief moment, my problems didn’t matter, I didn’t miss my dad, I didn’t miss him, and I didn’t feel what I’ve been feeling for the past week and a half.
Can I have that feeling back?
I have no idea what just happened.
“Pooh and his friends were given as gifts by author A. A. Milne to his son Christopher Robin Milne between 1920 and 1922. Pooh was purchased in London at Harrods for Christopher’s first birthday. Christopher later gave them to publisher E. P. Dutton, who in turn donated them to the New York Public Library.”
Oh my god. Oh my god.
This is them, guys. This is them. Got chills.
I’m more star struck from this picture, than I have been at any other moment in my life.
(Source: scoutingny.com, via somedaysomesun)
On my Facebook homepage. My heart melted a little bit.