#office quote

[tiredaroacesimp]

If anyone asks what´s difference between aesthetic and sexual attraction i am sending them this

[my-secret-shame]

[night-zaveri]

Ezra: And when we kill the werewolf, I'm killing you next

Chantain: IF we kill the werewolf

Chantain, quietly: and if you havent fallen in love with me by then

Ezra: ...What?

[motivation-and-fitness]

just call me levinson in the morning bebeh

[andrearussettcloset]

Andrea Russett / Snapchat

ETSY The Office-TV-SHOW Jim Halpert Quote Pillow (€17,05)

[somedarkhollow]

these are the glory days

there's that quote from the Office that says "I wish there was a way to know you're in "the good old days", before you've actually left them." for a series that occupied so many evenings of my early adult life, this sentiment somehow found ways to further ingrain itself into the way I experience time.

in a rare moment, I can find myself looking upon the present with nostalgia. Today I poured myself a cup of coffee after a blissful morning with my partner and opened up my trusty laptop to write this down. His music on the speaker in our home, locally roasted coffee, spending the morning moving slowly and not feeling pressed to begin the day. As I sipped my coffee I couldn't help but think about the aforementioned quote and the way nostalgia for the present can manifest itself in both good and bad. Good in that I feel connected to my life and care enough about it to let the light in from time to time, capturing photographs in my mind as time refracts in waves along the walls of our apartment as the sun sets. Bad in the ways I feel time slipping away and locking in, the unwillingness to let go of the promises that went unfulfilled in my youth, will the wildness still find me as I age? But holding on signifies nothing but greed.

About this time of the summer in past years, I'd find myself giving up on the wait for fall. I'd say "fuck it" and pull out all of my sweaters, hang my autumnal garlands and stare menacingly at the heat rippling up from the sidewalks. I've captured that angst in songs, captions, and poems like this one, but this year I'm singing a different tune. I want to love every last minute of my first summer in this new city, living with my truest love through the hottest days and finding the glory in the mundane. When fall comes I'll embrace her cold branches with no anticipation, I'll simply allow autumn to wash over me and seep into the dry, cracked parts of me that summer inflicted.

[books-aremyfriends]

Simon: I tried to talk to Jace, but that is like trying to be friends with an evil snail. 

[shitzpostz]