mumfordy:

college tuition

college tuikion

collere tuikion

collere tuckion

conlert tickion

conlert tickeon

conlert tickeos

concert tickets

I had been camping out in front our television watching cartoons, when the first pictures from New York came beaming in and, one by one, saturated all our three channels.

Five minutes later, I was on my bicycle racing down to the store to get some of the peanut chips I was living on.

Nobody in the store knew what had happened yet, and I could barely grasp the situation, but orbiting the aisles, my eyes kept on hanging onto their faces for a second longer.

It felt like being in a rapidly collapsing parallel universe.

Photo: Katie Day Weisberger, The New York Times

I had been camping out in front our television watching cartoons, when the first pictures from New York came beaming in and, one by one, saturated all our three channels.

Five minutes later, I was on my bicycle racing down to the store to get some of the peanut chips I was living on.

Nobody in the store knew what had happened yet, and I could barely grasp the situation, but orbiting the aisles, my eyes kept on hanging onto their faces for a second longer.

It felt like being in a rapidly collapsing parallel universe.

Photo: Katie Day Weisberger, The New York Times

Moonbeams

Moonbeams

Supermoon

For the past couple nights, I’ve been sneaking out on the balcony with my camera to moongaze.

It’s nothing fancy, just hard plastic, but whenever there’s a good night, I get it out to aim beyond the stratosphere; below, naked cold concrete dances my bare feet, as the Moon swims into the viewfinder.

It does something in me to see the Moon that close, all the craters dotting its surface, the empty oceans, but knowing a million eyeballs are collecting around our cosmic campfire. I think of her.

It’s the opposite of loneliness.

Elle Fanning photographed by Bill Owens

Elle Fanning photographed by Bill Owens

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You Are Beautiful #yabsticker 12:  On the subway, behind paper shields.

You Are Beautiful #yabsticker 12: On the subway, behind paper shields.

Wahrscheinlich weist du das schon, aber dein Schreibstil ist wirklich wunderschön. I'm intrigued.
Anonymous

Danke für dieses kleine Fundstück.

September Mixtape: Breakup
dein blog gibt mir ein unheimlich nostalgisch-melancholisches gefühl. du beschreibst dinge mit wenigen worten so gut, du kannst einen sofort in eine bestimmte gefühlslage bringen
Anonymous

Manchmal fühlt es sich so an, als ob ich mich an zu viel erinnern kann. Diese warme Wehmut ganz tief im Bauch.

Labor Day

White t-shirts fold,
shorts mothball,
parkas dust off;

bodies turn,
pores close,
school nights;

behind
hallway smiles,
summer disappears.

Claire Sloma, The Myth of the American Sleepover

Claire Sloma, The Myth of the American Sleepover

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“It’s a myth. Being a teenager. They trick you into giving up your childhood with all these promises of adventure. But once you realize what you’ve lost, its too late. You can’t get it back.”
— From “The Myth of the American Sleepover”
alles gute und wie alt? :)
Anonymous

Volljährig, aber noch nicht erwachsen.

und du?
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