“I’ve felt old since I was 18.” He speaks the words muffled into her ear, where her jaw fits into the hollow of his collar. “But we’re still young. We have a few years left until we’re old.”

“And what do we do when we are old?” She asks the question of their entwined hands, imagining the wrinkles that will slowly form in the creases between their palms.

“We’ll feel young.”

anewsky asked: Tumblr battle. INSIDE THE HOUSE VS. OUTSIDE THE HOUSE.

Outside the house for the win. Until my computer dies or I come inside to play Dragon Age 2.

Raining on new year’s day,

Pittsburgh is a rush of water and sound,

a flat gray sky over silvery steel buildings

bridges that connect us between past and future

but it is the present that we create ourselves

finding our way when we are lost,

shedding the tears that will one day stop,

acting on impulse that will become a consequence

meeting those strange individuals

who will change us forever.

One year passes into the next

as the wheel spins ever onward

weaving the pattern that paints

this picture of life,

threads burn and devour themselves

like snakes in a circle

and others braid with ours

entangling and knotting us up

or moving us forward

into a new image of life.

-eod-

01/01/2011