February 2012
67 posts
Other Places We Found Love →
A great use of the last three minutes of my procrastination in the library time.
“We loved with a love that was more than love.”
– Edgar Allan Poe
A Haiku for Lovers of the Library
Closed in on three sides Cubicle or dungeon cell? Cant feel left butt cheek
Fader— The Temper Trap
Listening to this...
Poor HP
kissedmequiteinsane:
A moment of silence because Harry Potter has gone ten years without an Oscar.
In my dream I was playing field hockey again
and I couldn’t get my stick on the ball. I ran around like a mad woman, trying to feel like the superstar I once wanted to be but I couldn’t make it happen. I also dreamed I saw @zaazz’s new tattoo but she had gotten an outline of a heart and I was mad at her for being so cliché. Maybe I just feel a little out of control.
I read this and it broke my heart and reminded me... →
“So I guess Zen is a day like this when you are part of the air and remember...”
– Perks of Being a Wallflower
Day 1 of Lent
And thus of no complaining (which is turning into a be-optimistic kind of rule as a consequence) and already I feel happier and just more agreeable to the world. Coincidence? Maybe I just woke up on the right side of the bed today—that is, the only side since my bed is crammed into a corner and surrounded on 3 sides by walls/furniture—but maybe this optimism thing holds some weight...
“I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I...”
– Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (via danseurs)
Basically what we've all been trying to put into... →
When I rule the world my first operation will be to get rid of this holiday.
http://helloblueivycarter.tumblr.com/ →
So precious
Movie and a show
Slaloming
In the saddest dream she ever had
they sat, powerless to the currents that floated their boats
slowly in opposite directions—
the ebb and flow that conquered their desperate paddles
So she drifted East
and he West,
and there was nothing she could do but reach out her hand to mirror his and count
the waves it would take to bring him back to her:
Eight, nine, ten…
Then a gust of...
