I’ve got this dream

I’ve got this dream 

That a few years from now I’ll be a prosperous young adult

A teacher with a shitty income but better than my summer job could give me

I’ve got this dream that me and my boyfriend will be together for ever

That we’ll be able to overcome debt, and stress and all that bullshit 

Just to end up happy

Yes, I’ve got this dream of happiness

I imagine us together 30 years from now

Still as jovial as ever, holding on to our jobs and our children 

We’ll have a cozy house, with a badass outdoor kitchen.

I can’t wait for that

To come home to my own place with my own offspring and do my own thing.

I’ve got this dream that I’ll be able to have a savings account

And really save up for vacations, presents, emergencies and stuff.

I never want to be ill-prepared

I always want to be in control

I yearn to have it all.

Most of all I really want to give my kids everything I had and more

Of all the futures I imagine for my Zach and I

I have one

That I have carried through me for years

Something

That has always been a constant desire.

I’ve got this dream that I’ll recover the vacation cottage from years ago. 

I really don’t think anyone will understand the importance of it.

No one can and no one will. 

Almost every year of my life, we would take a three hour drive

"Up North" as my father would say.

We’d pull up to the little trailer, second one in

My grandmother would be waiting on the porch

The daffodils were yellow and bright by the four steps 

I would run up and hug my grandmother

And papa was inside jimmying with the record player or the TV 

We’d unpack and begin our little vacation at the Thousand Island and

Play bocce with my dad or brother on the warm summer evenings

While Papa was at the grill making dinner 

That we’d eat off of the same brown, diner-like dishes 

Off of the same picnic table on the porch 

Where flies and mosquitos would want to get in on the fun.

Or if it was rainy, we’d stay inside and I’d play with the round footstool or

Color in my Precious Moments coloring book feeling

The texture of the floral couch on my bare feet.

The smooth coffee table that was perfect for racing Hot Wheels

Frodo the stuffed frog was always a good friend that I’d play with while 

Nani prepared another meal on the old green stove in the kitchen

I loved waking up in the mornings at this cottage

Papa would knock on the door of my room to wake my mother and I 

He would say the words “I’m making flapjacks” and I’d spring right up.

I loved to watch him in the kitchen flip the pancakes into the air.

I was always amazed by all the things he did. 

These memories that I have are still so vivid. 

I will do what I can to create these memories for my children.

The happiness that I could feel from going up to the cottage

Was second to none, truly.

Honestly, I would buy the same trailer back if I could to replicate everything as best as I can.

The current owners will never know how much I want this cottage back.

It was ours.

Our place to go, our place to sleep and relax and play and eat.

It was ours.

And now I want it back,

I’m ready to reclaim this place with the family name.

barbies-drunkk:

hunqover:

gloomist:

our-ship-larry:

discordianprincess88:

today-the-world-is-ugly:

This is absolutely terrifying. Just look at it, it is so real and astonishing. You need to reblog this. I don’t care if you’re used to reblogging orange, teenage girls with vans on. I don’t care if you’re used to reblogging vintage or photography. This is real. You can even see the fury in his eyes. The tense muscles in between his fingers. The heavy breathing. reblog this. NOW.in all seriousness thoughM..my heart just stopped… ;~;Guys, you’ve got to reblog this. It’s reality and it needs to be brought to everyone’s attention.I lost a friend to this kind of harassment. I really don’t want to remind myself of everything that happened so I won’t say a word about it. All I will say is, he was one of my best friends and the kindest person I had ever known. The pain I went through after his death was indescribable. I want you all to know that it’s not easing knowing that someone you love had such thoughts that they didn’t deserve living anymore. I’m not good with words at all so please excuse this lousy paragraph I have attempted to write to move you. I am serious though. Don’t ignore this.i’m going to reblog forever.This kills me, please stop this.it seriously hurts to know people say thishow the fuck could you possibly send someone hate, or make rude comments when you know all to well that this could be the outcome, makes me sick. somebody please stop this from happening.

ALRIGHT STOP SCROLLING RIGHT NOW. REBLOG THIS. I DON’T CARE IF YOU ARE A HIPSTER, SUMMER, PHOTOGRAPHY, BOHO, SURF, WHATEVER BLOG. REBLOG THIS. 

Oh my god

THIS MOVED ME SO MUCH GUYS REBLOG 

((I DONT CARE WHAT KIND OF BLOG YOU ARE

REBLOG THIS))

IF YOU SCROLL PAST THIS WITHOUT REBLOGGING I WILL COME TO YOUR HOUSE AND HURT YOU

I will seriousley kill you if this is not reblogged by all of you shits

omg guys this upsets me so much. i hate that people have access to anonymity and breach it like this. what gutless, terrible person would send messages like this it just horrifies me

relates with anything x

this makes me so fucking angry why are people such fucking assholes

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barbies-drunkk:

hunqover:

gloomist:

our-ship-larry:

discordianprincess88:

today-the-world-is-ugly:

This is absolutely terrifying. Just look at it, it is so real and astonishing. You need to reblog this. I don’t care if you’re used to reblogging orange, teenage girls with vans on. I don’t care if you’re used to reblogging vintage or photography. This is real. You can even see the fury in his eyes. The tense muscles in between his fingers. The heavy breathing. reblog this. NOW.in all seriousness thoughM..my heart just stopped… ;~;Guys, you’ve got to reblog this. It’s reality and it needs to be brought to everyone’s attention.I lost a friend to this kind of harassment. I really don’t want to remind myself of everything that happened so I won’t say a word about it. All I will say is, he was one of my best friends and the kindest person I had ever known. The pain I went through after his death was indescribable. I want you all to know that it’s not easing knowing that someone you love had such thoughts that they didn’t deserve living anymore. I’m not good with words at all so please excuse this lousy paragraph I have attempted to write to move you. I am serious though. Don’t ignore this.i’m going to reblog forever.This kills me, please stop this.it seriously hurts to know people say thishow the fuck could you possibly send someone hate, or make rude comments when you know all to well that this could be the outcome, makes me sick. somebody please stop this from happening.

ALRIGHT STOP SCROLLING RIGHT NOW. REBLOG THIS. I DON’T CARE IF YOU ARE A HIPSTER, SUMMER, PHOTOGRAPHY, BOHO, SURF, WHATEVER BLOG. REBLOG THIS. 

Oh my god

THIS MOVED ME SO MUCH GUYS REBLOG 

((I DONT CARE WHAT KIND OF BLOG YOU ARE

REBLOG THIS))

IF YOU SCROLL PAST THIS WITHOUT REBLOGGING I WILL COME TO YOUR HOUSE AND HURT YOU

I will seriousley kill you if this is not reblogged by all of you shits

omg guys this upsets me so much. i hate that people have access to anonymity and breach it like this. what gutless, terrible person would send messages like this it just horrifies me

relates with anything x

this makes me so fucking angry why are people such fucking assholes

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the-untranslatable:


We asked twenty strangers to kiss for the first time….

(x)

I AM ACTUALLY IN LOVE WITH THIS VIDEO

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the-untranslatable:


We asked twenty strangers to kiss for the first time….

(x)

I AM ACTUALLY IN LOVE WITH THIS VIDEO

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corradocoia:

 

And that’s how you cut to a wide shot.

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corradocoia:

 

And that’s how you cut to a wide shot.

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pizza:

fishingboatproceeds:

pizza:

did u guys see me at the oscars

You looked great, pizza. Congrats on everything. I love you.

Thanks, John. I love you too.

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nosdrinker:

well behaved women rarely make history but neither do boring teenage girls who do nothing but party so you’re in a bit of a pickle there champ

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My how things have changed

This will be short and sweet, but…

I used to complain that Kevin was too long of a walk from my house…or Matt was across town…or Gio lived off-campus…

I complained that Zach lived 7 minutes from me. And now…now we are 4400 miles apart. From Rochester, NY to Pescara, Italy, my yearning for him is real. He can’t just slip his Pumas on, walk over, and instantly be with me. He’s 7 hours by airplane now. An ocean away, and then some. 

I’ve never done this before, and I’ve always taken time for granted. And now…look…3 more months of this skin hunger. 

It’s not easy. Not for me, not for anyone. This is my unofficial apology for my ignorance to the long-term LDR community for my prior outlook for complaining that I had to go a few hours without seeing my SO at whatever time. I feel for people in longer, indefinite cases of distance, like servicemen protecting our/a nation overseas, or a couple cross-country, or like myself. This is a challenge, but not a death sentence, though.

Time is so valuable. Distance is really difficult. I never understood what this would entail…and I know this will never have to be the case again. I’ll never have to study abroad again, but I will always value every moment with you, Zach. I am learning to be on my own and really valuing our love right now.  This experience (1 of 4 months) has been eye-opening. I feel as if I’m seeing an entirely new brand of relationship now. I have a new perspective, and I will adapt accordingly. I’ve definitely matured in the past month, I would say. I used to be clingy at home…and now I know I will value an invisible, but ever-present bond and learn to accept stupid things that I couldn’t in Rochester.

st0rmer:

Go fuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuck yourself

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truepac:

DO YOU GUYS HAVE THAT ONE FRIEND THAT DOESN’T THINK SHE’S ANYTHING SPECIAL BUT SHE’S BEAUTIFUL AND FUNNY AND WITTY AND EVERYTHING AMAZING THAT YOU COULD EVER WANT IN A PERSON BUT SHE DOESN’T SEE IT AND YOU JUST WANNA TAKE HER AND SHAKE HER AND SCREAM IN HER FACE ALL OF THE AMAZING THINGS ABOUT HER JUST SO SHE WILL APPRECIATE HOW ABSOLUTELY LOVELY SHE IS 

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MFW MY ROOMMATE TELLS HER BF OVER SKYPE WHILE IM IN THE ROOM HOW TO EAT HER HOW