Samson | Regina Spektor
Boxed wine and The National. Yeah, hell yeah.
I can’t forget the morning of September 17th. The others kind of mesh together, but not this morning. Laying on the carpeted floor, you on your back and me pinned to your chest “I could get used to this” you had said, sleepily and full. I always liked the sound of your voice in the morning best. I guess I’m kind of holding onto something that was never there, to begin with. But simple memories like these, they make me wonder how it couldn’t have been real. When will this all go away?
FUCKING SHIT ASS.
"I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."
(via frailhearts)
"If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives."
(Source: dishevelment, via speccs)
