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True Stories I Made Up

A blog by Trevor Sostarich.
Aug 22 '14
The groom and myself waiting on his bride to be. Women. Am I right?

The groom and myself waiting on his bride to be. Women. Am I right?

Aug 21 '14
Blink-182 - I Miss You (Acoustic) (Acoustic)

ckate2011:

bearsdale:

i-am-i-am-i-am:

I Miss You (Acoustic) - Blink-182

My ears puked blood and overjoy the nanosecond it started.

Well this is a bit perfect

Gold.

(Source: the-blink182)

Aug 21 '14
I flew over the Pentagon today.

I flew over the Pentagon today.

Aug 21 '14

Take off!

Aug 21 '14
19F from 38,000 feet.

19F from 38,000 feet.

Aug 21 '14
28 hours of no sleep! Maybe 29. Time is weird.

28 hours of no sleep! Maybe 29. Time is weird.

Aug 21 '14
Peace out Florida. I’ll see you in ten days.

Peace out Florida. I’ll see you in ten days.

Aug 21 '14
Doing it right before a flight.

Doing it right before a flight.

Aug 21 '14
"Ah, poems amount to so little when you write them too early in your life. You ought to wait and gather sense and sweetness for a whole lifetime, and a long one if possible, and then, at the very end, you might perhaps be able to write ten good lines, For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions (one has emotions early enough)they are experiences. For the sake of a single poem, you must see many cities, many people and Things, you must understand animals, must feel how birds fly, and know the gesture which small flowers make when they open in the morning. You must be able to think back to streets in unknown neighborhoods, to unexpected encounters, and to partings you had long seen coming; to days of childhood whose mystery is still unexplained, to parents whom you had to hurt when they brought in a joy and you didn’t pick it up (it was a joy meant for somebody else); to childhood illnesses that began so strangely with so many profound and difficult transformations, to days in quiet restrained rooms and to mornings by the sea, to the sea itself, to seas, to it is still not enough to be able to think of all that. You must have memories of many nights of love, each one different from all the others, memories of women screaming in labor, and of light, pale, sleeping girls who have just given birth and are closing again. But you must also have been beside the dying, must have sat beside the dead in the room with the open windows and the scattered noises. And it is not yet enough to have memories. You must be able to forget them when they are many, and you must have the immense patience to wait until they return. For the memories themselves are not important. Only when they have changed into our very blood, into glance and gesture, and are nameless, no longer to be distinguished from ourselves only then can it happen that in some very rare hour the first word of a poem arises in their midst and goes forth from them."
Rainer Maria Rilke (via sprinklerthief)

(Source: mycolorbook)

Aug 21 '14
"

Chances are, you’re not going to be alone forever.

Start spending more time with you. Laugh at your own jokes. Luxuriate in solitary silence. Walk. Read. Pamper yourself. Be as filthy and disgusting as you please. Learn the comfort of your own embrace. It’s a cliché but it’s true—you will love better once you’ve fallen in love with you. Sleep sprawled on the bed. Snore. When you wake up make eggs and bacon and eat them in bed on your own. Find things—big and small—that you love doing and do them everyday.

Focus on your job. Find a hobby. Do whatever the hell you want. Because when that day comes—the secret day you hold onto in the hidden recesses of your guts—you will have to compromise. You will have to think of someone else whenever you make a decision. You will have to share your bacon, and maybe they wont like it crispy besides, and you’ll have to adapt. You will have to sleep wedged between someone’s limbs. It wont be better and it wont be worse; it will be different, and you’ll have to learn to love it too.

"
Aug 19 '14
Dean Martin - Mambo Italiano
Aug 19 '14

saradujour:

Song of the Day: Almost Like Being in Love – Nat King Cole

Aug 19 '14

(Source: sweetmoonbeam17)

Aug 19 '14

newandclassicemo:

A high school banned the marching band from playing Fall Out Boy songs because the lyrics were suggestive.

A marching band

Isn’t allowed to play Fall Out Boy 

Because of suggestive lyrics

Marching bands are instrumental

Fall Out Boy is now going to go to that school and perform with the marching band. Pretty awesome.

Aug 18 '14

fuckmestupid:

FINALLY SOMEONE FUCKING DID IT

(Source: sizvideos)