voyages of a sailor

2013/04/14
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2013/04/11
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I’m excited for two decades from now.

I’m excited to reno an old farm house. To paint the walls white and laugh at the plaster in your hair. To rip up the floor boards and squeal at what we find underneath. To replace the shingles and ask ourselves one hundred times what on earth we got ourselves into.To make it our own.

I’m excited to see lines at the corners of your eyes that spread out towards your hair. I’m excited to see your hair change colour and length and cut. I want to wake up beside your smile, with two extra decades of happiness, triumph, and pain behind it.

I can’t wait to bring you home flowers because you stubbed your toe on the way to shower that morning. To sit in front of the fireplace with you on a late December night with comfortable silence between us that only decades can bring. To tie a tire swing in the tree out back during a lazy July afternoon and watch your head fall back, full of laughter.

I’m excited to slam the doors. To scream at each other from opposite ends of the painted hallways. To give it up to you because it’ll never ever ever be worth it to see you upset.

I’m excited for when we make up.

I’m excited to hear a baby crying. To hear little feet trotting down the hallway before jumping into our bed. For the late nights figuring out how we’re going to pay for groceries and back to school clothes and daycare and the mortgage.

I’m excited for two decades from now. I know I’ve told you this countless times- but all this crazy bullshit is worth it, as long as you’re there waiting for me at the finish line.

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I’m excited for two decades from now.
I’m excited to reno an old farm house. To paint the walls white and laugh at the plaster in your hair. To rip up the floor boards and squeal at what we find underneath. To replace the shingles and ask ourselves one hundred times what on earth we got ourselves into.To make it our own. I’m excited to see lines at the corners of your eyes that spread out towards your hair. I’m excited to see your hair change colour and length and cut. I want to wake up beside your smile, with two extra decades of happiness, triumph, and pain behind it.
I can’t wait to bring you home flowers because you stubbed your toe on the way to shower that morning. To sit in front of the fireplace with you on a late December night with comfortable silence between us that only decades can bring. To tie a tire swing in the tree out back during a lazy July afternoon and watch your head fall back, full of laughter.
I’m excited to slam the doors. To scream at each other from opposite ends of the painted hallways. To give it up to you because it’ll never ever ever be worth it to see you upset.
I’m excited for when we make up.
I’m excited to hear a baby crying. To hear little feet trotting down the hallway before jumping into our bed. For the late nights figuring out how we’re going to pay for groceries and back to school clothes and daycare and the mortgage.
I’m excited for two decades from now. I know I’ve told you this countless times- but all this crazy bullshit is worth it, as long as you’re there waiting for me at the finish line.

2013/04/11
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“ People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.
— Charles Bukowski. (via theburnthatkeepseverything)

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2013/04/11
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“

my father always said, “early to bed and
early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy
and wise.”

it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our house
and we were up at dawn to the smell of
coffee, frying bacon and scrambled
eggs.

my father followed this general routine
for a lifetime and died young, broke,
and, I think, not too
wise.

taking note, I rejected his advice and it
became, for me, late to bed and late
to rise.

now, I’m not saying that I’ve conquered
the world but I’ve avoided
numberless early traffic jams, bypassed some
common pitfalls
and have met some strange, wonderful
people

one of whom
was
myself—someone my father
never
knew.
•

— Charles Bukowski, “Throwing Away the Alarm Clock” (via simplepleasures-specialneeds)

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2013/04/10
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“ You think you’re waiting for help. For someone to tell you what the right thing to do is. Even though, at the back of your mind, you already know what that is. So all you’re really waiting for, is a time when you’re forced to do it.
— I Wrote This For You: The Whether Weather (via kari-shma)

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2013/04/10
298 notes

“ I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred,
centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and
sick. All the things I had learned had been wasted.
There was no creature living as foul as I
and all my poems were
false.
— Bukowski (via kateoplis)

2013/04/10
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2013/04/10
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deliciouspineapple:

jingle-full-of-larry:

snaaaaaaaaaaaaaaape:

the longer you watch it the more you want to find the nearest cliff

hey look satan made a gif

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deliciouspineapple:

jingle-full-of-larry:

snaaaaaaaaaaaaaaape:

the longer you watch it the more you want to find the nearest cliff

hey look satan made a gif

2013/04/10
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2013/04/10
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C:
What do you think it means to be in love?
G, age 5:
Well it's when you like someone so much you want to share a smoothie with them.

2013/04/10
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“ People don’t wanna be compared to the teenage girl; the teenage girl is hated, teenage girls hate themselves. If you listen to a certain kind of music, or if you express your emotions in a certain kind of way, if you self harm, you write diaries, all those kind of activities are sort of laughed at and ridiculed because they’re associated with being a teenage girl. Even just things like being cripplingly self conscious or overly concerned with our appearance, that’s considered like a teenage girl thing and therefore its ridiculous, it’s stupid, it’s not relevant or legitimate, and you know, what we needed at that age was legitimisation and respect and support but all we got was dismissal and “oh you’re such a teenage girl.
— Feminism, Education, and the plight of the teenage girl (via calloway)

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2013/04/09
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Lego House : Ed Sheeran

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2013/04/09
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dancemommamaniac:

I AM ACTUALLY IN TEARS CRYING FROM LAUGHTER I HAVE NEVER LAUGHED SO HARD AT A VIDEO IN MY LIFE OH MY

(via ollivander)

2013/04/09
2 notes

tired from the rain

tired from writing essays begging for money

tired from begging to get into my program

time for a greatly appreciated nap

2013/04/09
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“ You are not too old. You are not too young. You are not too poor. You are not too sick. You are not any of the things that stop you from doing what must be done. You are right here. You, are just right.
— I Wrote This For You: The Golden Locks Phenomena (via kari-shma)

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