Jude-jude-judy-judy-judi-judi-Yaa-whAA-hoow!
― The greatest part of Hey Jude  (via jimmypageshurdygurdy)

I’m worried that one day
my family will add your name
to the list of things to never say around me
and sometimes, when you kiss me
with your records playing in the background
I wonder if I’ll hate that song next October.

Yesterday, I looked at you
and tried to calculate what the odds are
that we’ll rip each other’s hearts apart
and the best I could come up with
was 50/50
and even this feels optimistic.

So, yeah,
I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m scared
but there’s no one I’d rather be scared with than you.

― Fortesa Latifi - next October (via madgirlf)

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.

I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:

Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful

Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.

― Philip Larkin, The Mower (via fishingboatproceeds)
It is likely I will die next to a pile of things I was meaning to read.
― Lemony Snicket (via feellng)