More often than not, we fall in love with ideas. The possibility of what may be sweeps us off our feet, carrying us to an illusion of a life we so thought we knew. And just as you fall into the arms of fantasy, reality smacks you hard in the face. Suddenly, you realize that you succumbed to an idea, rather than a reality. And it’s that smack that sucks. That first initial sting of actuality rather than pleasure.
my brother just walked in here with a bunch of pancakes and was like ‘wow this is a whole lot of pancakes’ and then he closed his eyes and whispered to himself ‘but i am a whole lot of man’
friend without a tumblr: I wanna show you something
me: I've seen that