Yes and No and Maybe

The ramblings of a token twenty-something: young, wild and indecisive

It’s done.

Holy fucking shit. 

It’s never going to go away, is it?

planetmoney:

Almonds are America’s most popular nut.

It is also one the few nuts that you can make milk out of.

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(H/T Wonkblog

WTF is wrong with people. Hazelnuts are delicious.

Way better than “other”. 

I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.

—James Frey  (via c-elestee)

(via writrs)

On Settling Down

My mom has this fear that because her and my dad aren’t together anymore it’s going to affect the way I view relationships for the rest of my life and I’ll be averse to the whole marriage thing forever and it will all be her fault.

Well, it will, I might be, and it’s not, but here’s the thing: I don’t even have a favorite food or a favorite sweater or a favorite brand of toothpaste. So how could anyone ever expect me to have a favorite person?

P.S. I may have lied. It may be Crest. 

P.P.S. I did lie. It is Crest.

Ampersand Overload

Sometimes our eyes meet & I can’t help but picture it, if only for a moment.

You & me & chocolate milk picnics by the water. Cartwheels & sunshine & and the sweet smelling sweat & only sand between our skin.

Cross country train rides with my head on your shoulder & my fingers in your hair; you’ve got my heart in one hand & the other at the window making condensation masterpieces.

Games of hide & seek under down comforters & on the kitchen floor.

Rain waltzes & puddle leaps. Tequila burns & campfire sparks. After dark swims lit by hair curling laughter & dinosaur tears.

Our fingers tied together all through sunny side up mornings & lazy afternoons, your pretty painted sunsets & shooting starry eyed midnights.

For a moment it’s all there and it’s exactly what I want. Every heart-swelling detail. And it’s so bloody brilliant that for a moment I am sure you want it too. But then the moment’s gone. 

Until the next sometime.