July 2011
June 2011
“No, Meg. Don’t hope it was a dream. I don’t understand it any more than you do, but one thing I’ve learned is that you don’t have to understand things for them to be.”
—A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Enlge
(via fuckyeahchildrensbooks)
(via fuckyeahchildrensbooks)
Locked Inside
Janelle Monáe
locked inside x janelle monae
new favorite song to dance naked to.
I have such a crush on this chorus.
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waldosia
n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
I'm a Lonely Little Petunia (In an Onion Patch)
Imogen Heap
I’m a Lonely Little Petunia - Imogen Heap
“Eleven years ago, when my friend Pammy was dying at the age of 37, we went shopping at Macy’s. She was in a wheelchair, with a wig and three weeks to live. I tried on a short dress and came out to model it for Pammy. I asked if she thought it made me look big in the thighs, and she said, so kindly, “Annie? You just don’t have that kind of time.”
—Anne Lamott (via shoshanahdeborah)
All This Time
OneRepublic
Take all the time lost, all the days that I cost
Take what I took and give it back to you
All this time we were waiting for each other
All this time I was waiting for you
We got all these words, can’t waste them on another
So I’m straight in a straight line running back to you
At obnoxious volume levels tonight.
“From the distant past to the unknowing future, my mind swings wildly through time, touching on dozens of ideas a minute, unharnessed and undisciplined. This in itself is not necessarily a problem; the problem is the emotional attachment that goes along with the thinking. Happy thoughts make me happy but – whoop!- how quickly I swing again into obsessive worry, blowing the mood; and then its the remembrance of an angry moment and I start to get hot and pissed off all over again; and then my mind decides it might be a good time to start feeling sorry for itself, and loneliness follows promptly. You are, after all, what you think. Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions.
The other problem with all this swinging through the vines of thoughts is that you are never where you are. You are always digging in the past or poking at the future, but rarely do you rest in the moment. It’s something like the habit of my dear friend Susan, who - whenever she sees a beautiful place - exclaims in near panic, “It’s so beautiful here! I want to come back here someday!” and it takes all my persuasive powers to try to convince her that she is already here.”
Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat Pray Love
