tristun:

girl in a tree

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this made me miss something i thought i’d forgotten

it feels almost like a crush but it’s just the irish coffee

classof1969:

me i wish 

looking out the window from the far back of the bus on the ride back from work last night. it’s past 9pm and the sun was just setting in the ocean, after a perfect - although almost too hot - sunny day, offering me the most stunning views in combination with my own perfectly fitting soundtrack of aberdeen and maybe the cat’s miaow. i thought to myself, this is just like being seventeen again, because no one here knows anything about me or my world and i’m stuck in back seat after back seat with music as my only company. but then i remembered that when i was seventeen, i had no hopes for the world, i didn’t know what was out there, i didn’t think it could be much different. now i know better.

on my morning run, i sucked in breaths of fresh air, smelled the newly cut grass running past the kindergarten, heard the birds chirping, felt the sun on my skin, smiled at the bumblebees and the wild roadside flowers. i closed my eyes briefly and my mind travelled somewhere else. i was running on entrada drive, past the community gardens before colonia, then down garfield, all the way down to the 3rd street bridge, then back next to the train tracks on oxnard blvd, on the sidewalks of rose park, round the junior high i forgot the name of, down sombra or sonata and all the other small streets, then martin luther king jr and past pacifica and then i’m almost done. i would give up everything i have instantely if i could have that.

two years ago, my biggest “what if” took place.

two years ago, my life changed forever?

me - saying i love you (girls cover)

guineapigss:

i want to run away to Loch Lomond right now! 

the go-betweens - spring rain

enjoyed biking through the city back to my place through mists of spring rain. i forgot that rain too can feel pleasantly soft, not just cold and windy. and the smell! i could feel it already yesterday after the first shower - it’s like reawakening after a long winter in hibernation. it smells hopefull and soon-summery.

i wish i could hang out with someone i loved and we could sit on my balcony and talk the night away while being intoxicated by the fresh air or we could take off all our clothes and walk around outside and fall on the grass and feel the drops of water cover our bodies.

everything here is lame, i’m glad i’m moving out.

or why am i the only person on the dancefloor when the dj is playing siddeleys, happy birthdays, nixon, pooh sticks, free loan investments, sea lions and heavenly?