"One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life."
" You will fall in love with me. Then, just months later, you will fall out. I will pretend the entire time that I don’t know it’s coming. "
—Miles Walser, “A Sonnet of Invented Memories”  (via ugh)

(Source: slytraveler)