I just spent 20 minutes waiting for my bus with an 84 year old man telling me about the great love of his life and all the letters he used to write her despite his terrible penmanship. They don’t make them like they used to.
This evening I was informed that the older you become the less sleep your body needs as it decides to spend less time regenerating.. Given the amount of sleep I seem to be functioning on these days I suppose I am nearing my end.
My $900 phone bill has been reduced by $150 as a good will gesture from the phone company… i propose the phone company should create some kind of free tumblr browsing deal so that my addiction doesnt cost me this much again in the future :(
I just keep thinking the word maybe over and over again my head is starting to hurt and I’m so tired but maybe maybe maybe maybe it gets loud sometimes near to a scream then it bottoms out so quiet I start to think I can’t even hear it its not even there but maybe maybe maybe maybe its not going anywhere and neither am I.
“I will not wait to love as best as I can. We thought we were young and that there would be time to love well sometime in the future. This is a terrible way to think. It is no way to live, to wait to love.”—Dave Eggers (via dolces)