Your blog is littered with wonderfully woven words, worthy of my adoration :)
nice alliteration. ;)
And thank you.
October 2011
“I did not understand how quickly one could fall in love, and I regarded almost as an affliction that one would eventually recover from. However, I now recognize that it is a force that reaches into every fiber of your body, and that it is something not to be resisted, but embraced.”
—Mary Lydon Simonsen (via quotewhore)
I can't get enough of sappy songs lately.
They make me feel closer to you.
But sadly, nothing can bridge this distance.
“But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.”
—Haruki Murakami (via quotewhore)
Don't normally believe in astrology but...
SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): Your nightly dreams provide useful clues about your waking life. They can show you hidden patterns and unconscious motivations that your daytime mind hasn’t noticed. On rare occasions, they may even offer more literal guidance. That’s what happened for David Brown, a British man who one morning woke up from a dream of seeing a mysterious phone number. As an experiment, he sent a text message to that very number: “Did I meet you last night?” Michelle Kitson, the stranger on the other end, responded with a text, and then Brown texted back. More exchanges ensued, followed by a face-to-face encounter, and eventually the two were married. I can’t guarantee anything quite as dramatic for you, Scorpio, but I do expect your dreams will be unusually helpful.
IMBROGLIO: re: i want a tampon box with a motherfucking shark on it →
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I was just discussing yesterday how I long for pirate, dinosaur, and/or camo themed tampons and other hygiene products. I’m tired of this bright pink, soft blue, or “feminine”-yellow colored crap.
I’m fucking SHEDDING THE LINING OF MY UTERUS. Something that, actually, is really rather important…
This is probably the best thing I’ve ever read, hah
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Tongue tied with twisted words and suddenly I find myself unconcerned with the small stuff, with the details that so corrupt our minds made for loving each other.
It’s a beautiful feeling. I don’t want it to go away this time.
“I have nothing to give you, nothing to carry,
some words to make me less afraid, to say
you gave me this.
Memory insists with its sea voice,
muttering from its bone cave.
Memory wraps us
like the shell wraps the sea.
Nothing to carry,
some stones to fill our pockets,
to give weight to what we have.” —from Memoriam by Anne Michaels (via growing-orbits)
some words to make me less afraid, to say
you gave me this.
Memory insists with its sea voice,
muttering from its bone cave.
Memory wraps us
like the shell wraps the sea.
Nothing to carry,
some stones to fill our pockets,
to give weight to what we have.” —from Memoriam by Anne Michaels (via growing-orbits)
“
Here’s to the twilight
here’s to the memories
these are my souvenirs
my mental pictures of everything
Here’s to the late nights
here’s to the firelight
these are my souvenirs
my souvenirs
I close my eyes and go back in time
I can see you’re smiling, you’re so alive
we were so young, we had no fear
we were so young, we had no idea
that life was just happening
life was just happening
Here’s to your bright eyes
shining like fireflies
these are my souvenirs
the memory of a lifetime
we were wide-eyed with everything
everything around us
we were enlightened by everything
everything
