A text conversation on a chilly Monday evening:

Me: Hey, I’m so sorry but I have to bail on tonight. Can we reschedule?

Him: Bummer! Do you have to work late?

Me: Honestly? No. I’m just exhausted and I have some sweaters that I want to take out of bins now that the weather is cooling down. And I’m craving pumpkin beer.

Him: ….

Me: We can still hang out! Do you want to come over and get drunk on pumpkin ale and listen to music while I unpack sweaters?

Silence

Silence

Silence

Him: What are you doing Thursday?

THE END.

"Hello, boy."

Keep close to Nature’s heart. Break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.

John Muir   (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: whats-out-there, via thatkindofwoman)

wedevelopandwedecay:

by Hope Gangloff
Just perfect.

Just perfect.

Baby Jenny Lewis though.

Baby Jenny Lewis though.

Rookie » Hello, Darkness →

Yeah yeah, Rookie is a site for teen girls, but I can’t help adoring everything Jenny Zhang writes. If you haven’t read her poetry yet, I strongly recommend it. Read this first.

How To Write Letters: A Vintage Guide to the Lost Art of Epistolary Etiquette from 1876 →

"This tiny treasure tells us as much about the long-lost era of its origin as it does about the standards we’ve chosen, and chosen to leave behind, in our own."

All hail Festina Pêche season

All hail Festina Pêche season

Dead Gaze - Rowdy Jungle →