December 2010
77 posts
“Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.”
– Hunter S. Thompson (via lesfemmefatale)
November 2010
48 posts
“No one knows how it is that with one glance a boy can break through into a...”
– Napoleon Bonaparte | xsmiiles (via quote-book)
writing my heart out: reading →
The BBC believes most people will have read only 6 of the 100 books listed here.
Instructions: Bold those books you’ve read in their entirety, italicize the ones you started but didn’t finish or read an excerpt.
1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper...
“Alex: “So dumb guys like dumb girls AND smart guys like dumb girls?! Then...”
Sometimes I wish I weren’t so meek. And the result is that I act too boldly. Then I wish I weren’t so bold. And I act too meekly.
“When we read a story, we inhabit it. The covers of the book are like a roof and...”
– John Berger (via cinderellainrubbershoes)
I want my work to be a mysterious, comfortable home for people to inhabit.
“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I...”
– Neil Gaiman (via kellyesque)
wednesday-addams:
I’ve been considering this for some time now, and it only seems to recur and become more possible with every passing month of my life. Part of me, formerly a small part and now a much greater part, believes that I will never be able to have a functional romantic relationship. I wasn’t sure what the defining factor of my inability was until recently. I considered that it could be...
“Don’t you dare tell me nothing matters. Everything matters. Every fucking drop...”
– (via poeticheartache)
We need to start acting like every fucking thing matters. Quit disregarding seemingly minuscule events. Quit reading too far into seemingly minuscule events. Life is not about completing an agenda, it is about living with gusto, zeal, and unconditional love.
Okay, I can’t help it. I have to blog about the character sitting at the table next to me at Starbucks right now. Description: white, male, mid-40s, maybe older, goatee, shit load of tattoos, some of which are in other languages, many of which are animals, barbell in one ear, three lower ear piercings, one inner ear piercing, light-washed jeans, leather watch, royal blue utility shirt that...
“You will fall away from me in just a while, won’t you, and I’ll be whole again,...”
– Paullina Simons, The Bronze Horseman (via bethsarah-maree)
From the screenplay of this awesome 17 year old British kid:
It’s funny. Your muscles have a certain memory about them. That’s why we can tie our shoes or play piano without looking. But then you spend a long enough time with someone and your bodies memorize each other, you know? The warmth of your back, the pace of your heart beat. Your tickly eyelashes and the way your fingers would curl in...
TONIGHT!
CAN’T FREAKIN WAIT!!!
makebelievefairytales:
Perfect:
his pledge to her.
i will kill the spiders. i will share my fries with you when you’ve finished all yours and are still hungry. i won’t ever pop my collar. i will never be rude to your tummy- when i hear it growl and gurgle, i promise to bend down and reply respectfully. i will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. i will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger....
“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance...”
– Hunter S. Thompson (via whiteysplace)
tamburina:
Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.
Charles Baudelaire
Don’t fear the oddities, embrace them.
I picked my not-quite-2-year-old niece, Marilyn, up from the babysitter’s today. When I arrived at the house the sitter opened the door and said “who’s here to get you?!” and Marilyn responded with “Mimi!!”
I put her in her car seat. She grabbed a purple block sitting in the cup holder. “Purple” she said. “What shape is it?” I asked....
Breathe deeply, Sir Thomas
This is a poem written by Sir Thomas Wyatt, a contemporary of Anne Boleyn, who pursued her for a long time before resigning from the chase. He acknowledged that she belonged to Henry VIII and that the efforts he was making were futile. This poem was written in the midst of his surrender. The depth of this poem is fascinating and each time I read it I focus on a new section. I hope you...
