you know them moments when you look in the mirror and you think holy shit that’s me because for some reason it feels like the person you’re looking at in the mirror is an unfamiliar stranger and you begin thinking about how you’re a person on a planet in a solar system in a galaxy in a universe and for a few minutes you ponder the origin and the meaning of existence and then shrug and return to your computer
(via enter-the-grave)
- expectations of summer: going to the beach every day, water fights, parties, random day trips, barbecues
- reality of summer: moving your laptop so that the sunlight doesn't reflect on the screen when you're trying to blog
Damn they were quick!
(via spellbound-masquerade)
