refound my love for #monsieurnov

A little cheesy, but damn.

Jaw. Dropped.

Reblogged from endofallthingss
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.


i love anna.



A writer writing. Writing with soymilk next to his side and his dreams in his pocket. A genuine aries, he's an impatient, lovable, adventurous fucker. If you like to take long walks to the couch to watch some classy ass films, you automatically get 69 henry points. If you ever need advice on how to undick your life here's a man to talk to about your problems over a glass of a kickassery. In a nutshell, life is full of surprise pregnancies and impromptu post-paycheck piercings, so he wants to write down as much as he can learn from his experiences before he forgets them like the 4-month old hummus still in the fridge.