December 2009
36 posts
If You Forget Me
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, ...
Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. Love risks degenerating into...
– Elie Wiesel
Hey
You’re looking pretty dapper today. Where do you hail from anyways? I’ve never met someone quite like you. Tell me about yourself please. It would behoove me to learn more about your colorful nature. What you’ve seen, who you’ve met, what you thought and how you felt. Everything from A to Z and from the beginning until this ever fortuitous present.
There’s something...
Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life....
– ~Steve Jobs
Worlds
All things collide and in the midst of the scrabble through the chaos and disorder I find peace in knowing that I have my path to go through. Through ancient times and modern ones through places where you are the hero and others where you can be the villain. What is real, what isn’t? Who knows but That’s cool. I’m down for that. Fuck the haters and thanks the lovers. I will see...
LOL FB Moments →
Haha this is some funny ass stuff. I guess being serious all the time has it’s drawbacks. Nothing wrong with letting loose and relaxin. I mean having a good laugh is the best medicine and it comes through some interesting avenues. Sure it’s embarassing but I guess it’s going over the top that makes it so… gut busting.
He who knows not and knows not he knows not, He is a fool - Shun him.
He who...
– ~Bruce Lee
Musical Deliciousness →
Man, I didn’t realize that Pandora was this amazing! It’s really a great place to find interesting music. It makes it so much easier to find new stuff. Give it a try if you’re sick of the same stuff and looking for something new or different. The good thing is it barely repeats. Thousands of songs and artists! Weeeeee =D
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Do you know someone who needs hours alone every day? Who loves quiet...
– Caring for Your Introvert - The Atlantic (March 2003)
yes, yes you do. it’s me.
(via emiri-sensei)
(via athymia)
Damn if that isn’t the epitome of me….
Echoes
Me: I'm bored.
Myself: Same here.
I: What should we do?
Me: How about going to watch a movie?
Myself: But who wants to go alone?
I: You're right....
Me: Guess all that's left is to stay home.
Myself: How dreary.
I: Oh dear. Another day of napping.
Me: Alright then let's get something to eat.
Myself: Something meaty would be appreciated!
I: Mmm sounds good.
Me: L & L's or Popeyes?
Myself: Tough pick but rice is where it's at. So obviously, L&L's.
I: Yeah definitely my taste buds be quivering at the thought of it.
Me: Now that that's settled, what else should we do?
Myself: Well it would seem wise to work on those essays.
I: Yeah, motivation is at a low point for that!
Me: Well, everybody else is pretty busy anyhow.
Myself: Guess now is no time for much fun.
I: Wish it was over with already.
Me: Doesn't everybody?
Myself: It has been a rough semester.
I: That's an understatement.
Me: We made some bad choices but what's done is done.
Myself: At least we had an experience and there's nothing wrong with that.
I: It's life after all and what can't be controlled shouldn't be worried over.
Me: Is it any wonder?
Myself: We played with fire.
I: It's all still really confusing.
Me: All good things...
Myself: Must come...
I: To an end.
He imagined the pain of the world to be like some formless parasitic being...
– Cormac McCarthy on the nature of evil
Merrily
Row, row, row your boat,Gently down the stream.Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,Life is but a dream.
What is Love? →
Definitions don’t do it justice but still it’s as close as I can figure. Now I keep clicking on and on until I am too far gone. Everything. <3
When My Mind is Still
When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my...
– Paul Beattie