I Took Your Matches...

17. Sweetie. Future Architect. I love TS and Architecture and indie stuff… so that's my blog.
Also a pyromaniac around x-mas season.


One time I was on a rollercoaster and a guy’s hat fell off during one of the loops but he caught it when we were right side up again, and i have to go my whole life knowing I’ll never be as cool as that guy.

(Source: deersjaw, via placatory)


being an adult sucks cause when people ask you to hang out you cant be like “my mom said no” you just have to change your name and move away

(via isawflowersinyourhair)


Everyone is being all artsy on instagram during the summer and then there is me looking like a fucking papaya

(via confirmance)



yeah I speak Chinese

凵𠂆 𠂎丹丫

well fuck I’m chinese and I stared at this for about ten minutes before I got it

(via hate)


found this gem in the 1996 Cornell Women’s Handbook. it’s what to say when a guy tries to get out of using a condom


found this gem in the 1996 Cornell Women’s Handbook. it’s what to say when a guy tries to get out of using a condom

(via ididntknowitatfifteen)

On the day that I meet the man I’m going to marry
I will probably sleep past my alarm,
trip over my shoes out the door,
and stop at the grocery store on the way to work
because I forgot that today is my day to bring breakfast.
he’ll be there picking out fruit or cereal
and when he says hello
I’ll just look at him and say,
“I’m really sorry you have to meet me this way.”
as I try to fix my hair and adjust my shirt.

we’ll probably exchange numbers and
drink coffee at some shitty diner the following night.
we’ll laugh about how we met,
me running into him as I turned an aisle too quick.
he’ll tell me that there is something different about me,
he’ll notice how I hold my coffee,
how I stare into space and swear I’m paying attention.
he’ll probably notice right off the bat
that I have a hard time sitting still
and mid sentence I’ll interrupt him to say,
“let’s go buy a tent. let’s camp outside tonight.”

I’ll notice how he looks at me with curiosity,
how his eyes grow big when I answer in excitement,
how he keeps reaching for my hand but is too shy to grab it
(I make the first move to put him out of his misery)
I keep track of how many times he fidgets with his watch,
I note that he doesn’t like too much cream in his coffee,
I chip in that I like a little coffee with my cream.

we’ll probably go back to my house and
watch the candles flicker shadows against the wall.
I’ll probably look at my bed and remember the nights I felt so lonely
and look back at him and smile
when he asks if I too have been looking
in all the wrong places
for someone
just like

—he probably was expecting someone graceful and elegant but he’ll grow to love how hard I tripped and fell in love with him/d.a.h  (via whisperingbones)

(via thetruthunderneath)