There are people we meet in life who miss being important to us by inches, days, or heartbeats. Another place or time or a different emotional frame of mind and we would willingly fall into their arms; gladly take up their challenge or invitation. But as it is, we encounter them when we are discontent or content and they are not. Whatever they are, we are not and vice versa. Two trains going in different directions that pass for a few powerful moments at full speed, blasting noise and wind but then they are gone. Whatever serious chemistry might have been possible if, isn’t. Jonathan Carroll (via larmoyante) ∆ 7,816 notes
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billhitchert:

man this has been the worst life of my life

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theangryviolinist:

do re mi fa so done with this semester

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We waste so many days waiting for weekend. So many nights wanting morning. Our lust for future comfort is the biggest thief of life. Unknown  (via d-ivinations) ∆ 225,841 notes

hamfruitcake:

Meet me in Montauk

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