i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know " there and back again, n.m.h. (via anoraborealis)
you’re almost home.
"Emma is not a person. Emma is a place that you get stuck in. Emma is a pain that you cannot erase." Justin Vernon (Bon Iver) on the album For Emma, Forever Ago (via a-train-of-thoughts)
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My mood depends on how good my hair looks
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"the 5 stages of tumblr
stage 1: you will understand nothing, “wtf is this” will be a reoccurring thought
stage 2: once you kind of get the hang of it, you will be on constantly and obsess over followers, even though your blog is probably still shit
stage 3: probably the shortest of all the stages, you will get bored of tumblr for a while and go out in the “real world”.
stage 4: you realize how addicting tumblr really is and how foolish you were to believe you could just leave
stage 5: tumblr becomes your life support. this stage never ends." unknown (via kushandwizdom)