January 2010
Words to live by.
“A philosophical attitude: a drinking and living life to the lees: please don’t let me stop thinking and start blindly frightendly accepting! I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of non-feeling, or stop questioning and criticising life and take the easy way out. To learn and think; to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.” -Sylvia Plath
On a completely different note..
She feels comfortable around him because hes not aggressive or over-cynical. He has a softness about him that touches her, and at the same time, a hardness of purpose, along with an obvious sense of responsibility that makes her feel secure - of the future, of his devotion, and of her womanhood. He’s a quiet, gentle man. And she is also a quiet, gentle woman. Somehow, his nearness brings her a feeling of peace and rightness. He’s smart, he has a wonderful sense of humor that mirrors hers almost exactly. He makes her laugh as well as cry. He tells her fascinating stories… he’s witty, clever, charming and changeable enough to intrigue her and keep her guessing. He’s just the right blend of the stability and with hints of unpredictability to make life interesting and prevent love from going stale through fixed habits. Besides all of those attractions, he’s a gallant and charming lover. He can read her mind (as she reads his), always seeming to know when she most needs his arms around her.
Le sigh. Buying this book has been the best decision I’ve made in 2010 thus far.
“Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other…however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner.”
—Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes) (via fuckyeahpeterpan)
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I’ve recently developed a giggle-y school girl crush on Michael Bublé’s music. The same music I once (not long ago) considered middle aged woman bullshit music they play on the store radio in Talbots. Either his music got a lot better or I have evolved into a middle age woman. I didn’t even make it to twenty-one before I went under. Just a few weeks short, too. Shucks :)
Give it a listen, it might make you happy. OR you may judge/unfollow me. Whatever works, right? :)
Goodnight, Tumblr. Have sweet dreams with kittens and butterflies. Mwah.
The One I Love
Greg Laswell
The One I Love by Greg Laswell
I’m all packed up now early in the morning. I’ll take my leave, I’ll bring your words along with me. Maybe one day they will mean something. For now they buzz and crumble down a little bit too easily from a time that I am not quite over. What the hell is wrong with me? I might be gone a little while, I guess we’ll see… I gotta make a home outta somewhere, and you’re all over this city. And it’ll take a flight to figure out where I’m gonna finally land. And in the time it takes for me get there, I’ll be one to start again. But I should probably say that I’m unsure why I’m running, running away from the only thing I want. Yeah, I should probably say that I’m unsure why I’m running, running away from the one I love. And if the plane lifts off, I’ll write you a letter to say goodbye. And I will make it long. And maybe lie just a little, tell you that I’m doing fine.
The difference between friends
the difference between friends who know you, and those who don’t
me-seeing the lovely bones with dad. is this movie about dinosaurs?
anonymous friend-awww I wanna see that so much. are you seriously asking if its about dinosaurs or are you being sarcastic lol
forgivedreamers (Sammy)-The Lovely Bones? I heard it was about learning to accept osteoporosis. Bring some milk to sip!! No brittle bones for you!
(LOVE YOU SAMMY!)
Awe!! I love you, too :)!!
