And sometimes it is.

When you are young, everything feels like forever...

Fitting that this would be the first thing that I reblog in 3 years is this.

POV you and your high school sweetheart reconnect 12 years later- just in time for WWWY- and it’s literally exactly like all of the fairytales.

The person you love is not the same as they were when you first started loving them and they are not the same as they will be when you die. Love must be adaptive. Love must be smart enough and strong enough to survive constant change. Love must not be rigid.

Dear Milena,

I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: “Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.” Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.

― Franz Kafka

You and I

Our minds melted together all those years ago

And now

Our minds are yearning for one another

Some people

Just

Mesh

You and I are infinite

When the strands of your souls are connected over time and space. ❤️

after 10 years I still keep a journal for thoughts of you in my car- "what a mess of a human" 👾

Mount Adams, Washington, as seen from Mount Hood, Oregon

Instagram

Budapest - Hungary (by Jorge Franganillo) 

You’re still my 4AM thoughts, and I still want you as much as I wanted you before.

unifferent  (via wnq-writers)

Me, a laughing gas tester: this made me laugh way too hard! 😂 😂 😂

It's that time of year.

(via smack__that)

*somehow always ends up masturbating*

In my heart I love her all the time.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via thelovejournals)