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In five months from now,
I hope you’re okay
In five years from now,
I hope you can say you’ve found the one
In ten years from now,
I hope you can say you have one on the way
In fifteen years from now,
I hope you buy that house you’ve always dreamed of
In twenty years from now,
I hope you get that promotion
In thirty years from now,
I hope you and your family are doing just fine
But right now,
I hope you’re falling apart,
Just like me
—  m.n // “I (will) wish you well.”
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Demolition in Progress L_M6_19720 by Ernesto De Quesada
Via Flickr:
Leica M6, TMax, D76 Grain elevator being demolished to make room for University track and field complex

Do not let your first kiss be with some boy who won’t call you the next day, and will tell all his friends your lipgloss was too sticky. Do not let your first kiss be with your lab partner’s boyfriend, you’ll both end up hurting. Do not let your first kiss be with a boy, who only thinks you’re pretty when you’re kissing him. Let your first kiss be with a boy who will care for you even when your lips become a distant memory to him. Let your first kiss be with your childhood neighbor, who’s eyes are a map to your dreams.
—  m.n // excerpt from a book I’ll never write (11)