November 2011
41 posts
Who are we but the fragments we pick up of the people we’ve met along the way?
“I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via butchrag)
always the best part.
(via play-loud)
Why is it so hard to admit that I was wrong about something that mattered to me?
I have no idea what I want for Christmas…
I’m listening to Christmas music and cleaning house on the morning of Thanksgiving. It’s like what I’ll be doing 10 years from now…
I don’t take time to count the many ways I’m loved, cared for, looked after and understood. I should do that more.
How to properly hide booze in your Facebook...
tyleroakley:
stormtrooperr:
All of the awards.
I don’t know if I believe that you can’t love someone until you’ve been burned, but I do believe that the reticence to love makes the surrender them more sweet.
On the list of shits not given:
Capstone, Capstone data, Capstone analyses, Capstone discussion, Capstone class… Pretty much anything related to Capstone.
On the list of shits given: Work and groceries.
freckles.
thedustdancestoo:
sometimes i get lost
in the constellations
on your face.
I have a number of hours before I go into work. I really should find my stats textbook so I can start writing my results sections. And scribble down all the amounts of analyses I’ve run that have been abysmal.
The characters in How I Met Your Mother are the WORST story tellers ever.
together.
thedustdancestoo:
together we’re candles,
aren’t we?
burning all night, waiting
for the electricity
to revive.
together we’re band-aids,
aren’t we?
closing the cuts, waiting
for our cells to remember
how to heal.
together we’re blankets,
aren’t we?
trapping the heat, waiting
for this cold winter to
melt away.
You don’t grow by being comfortable.
You don’t change by being safe.
You won’t win if you sit on the sidelines.
You’ve got to risk the mistake.
I haven’t been able to truly nap in ages. This afternoon’s nap was much needed. Now, hopefully I can get what I need to get done—done.
Compassion.
I need a break.
I’m so far behind on Glee. It’s atrocious.
I get really distraught and frustrated when people talk about people who they should have feelings for or people who they have feelings for but shouldn’t, what have you. Fuck gender. Fuck sex. Fuck fucking. You have got to figure out the biggest secret in this life to being happy and accept it:
Love happens.
Roll with it.
I know that I’m getting over it more and more when the reasons are sounding reasonable and my feelings aren’t as reeling as they once were. When I can take and look at all the reasons you were wrong for me.
I told you once that you’d break my heart. You told me not to say things like that, but I was right.
I’m getting over it. One little piece at a time.
