you texted me at 5am: ‘we go?’
and I was like: ‘let’s go’


Love of mine
Won’t you lay by my side
And rest your weary eyes
Before we’re out of time

Give me one last kiss
For soon, such distance
Will stretch between our lips
Now the day’s losing light

Bring me your love, tonight
Bring me your love, tonight

All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket. All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles and miles on end.
― “Here’s What Our Parents Never Taught Us,” Shinji Moon (via shittyteenblog)
Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.
― Every Last One  (via fawun)