I think my dad heard me crying cause he just cracked open my door and slid a piece of cake on the floor into my room
deep conversations with open minded people are my most favorite things ever
sometimes i realize there are so many things i won’t remember in 50 years like the way the sky looked this morning and all the dogs i saw today and my mom’s voice and i get so sad i never want to forget
- me: Oh what the fuck
- friend: what happened?
- me: this scenario I created in my head got intense
George Takei describes the moment when he and his family were sent to an internment camp.
This is what I love about Winter. You wake up in the middle of the night, maybe just to pee or get water or something, look out the window and see this. It’s so beautiful. And it’s silent; you have no idea that it’s happening until you just look. It almost seems fake. And it makes your bed seem way more comfortable, for whatever reason.
The Shape of Ideas