word.
(via pushthemovement)
(via desahogovoz)
life of a college adviser, will never get old but make me sleepy.. yes
(via ohyeahfacts)
lets crawl up on the watchtower again. just you n i. tell each other everything we need to with out speaking.
(via geenacho)
[its the way nature planned it- the four tops]
after the morning/week/month ive had, record shopping with the father and now listening to our findings. there will be no complaints.
i understand you are literally a billions years older than me, therefore can perceive things that i can not and consciously choose to lay things in my path that usually push me to point of minor heart attacks. for example, allowing me to sleep in with my phone off and letting me not set my alarm although i had a flight in the morning but still allowing me to randomly freak out until i realized i still had to time to get ready, make my bed and exit with enough time to make my flight. you also allowed me to get dropped off at the airport and as my friend was sitting at the light to leave i realized i did not have my phone which forced me to book it and run in the middle of the street like a mad woman at 8 am yelling for my friend to stop only to not find the phone and make me walk and check in my flight practically crying because that phone was the only form of communication i had to someone who can change my life as we know it. yet right when i thought you gave up on me and was forcing me in painful place for transcendence you allow my friend to sneak up on me while i was in line and give me my phone.
you universe are one tricky bastard and yet i respect the shit outta of you. so this isn’t a letter of complaint to your human resources department, but instead a letter of appreciation.
but god damn.