March 2012
21 hours and 35 minutes until my birthday.
goodmorning-mylove:
I have absolutely nothing planned.
Gramps will most likely still be in the hospital (I’m about 95% sure that he will be).
So I’ll probably sit at home alone. Fun, right?
go get dinner and visit him
A Crabs Life To Live: OMG you guys - can I just... →
acrabslifetolive:
While I was at her house for Christmas I was looking at the paintings she’s done and pretty much fell in love with a painting she did of a fish. Today I get a package from her with the fish painting in it.
I called her to thank her for the painting and we started talking about fish, which led to…
D’aaaawwwwww :’)
If you never try then you'll never know.
This song reminds me of so many friends. Thank you, A. <3
goodmorning-mylove:
allnightnoise replied to your photo: He fails at life.
who the fuck doesnt like bacon
Exactly! Bacon is delicious.
Enh. It’s ok. I don’t see why everyone loves it so much. Doesn’t knock my socks off.
As a person lives, they become a list. They become the list of changes that they leave on the world. Some of these changes are finite, but most compound with others and have second- and third-order effects — all part of that list. When a person ceases to live, that list is ended, but it’s always there.
You tell me to forget you like you aren’t in every decision I make. Look...
Anonymous asked: I think that article is a lot of justification for unjustifiable hate and cruelty. I think the word "owe" is used a lot... to the point I'm not sure the author understands it's meaning. I'm also inclined to believe that this article makes men as a whole out to be a lot more primitive than they are. The implication seems to be that because society raises certain unrealistic...
Cracked: 5 Ways Men are Trained to Hate Women →
How true is this from your point of view?
Here's to the Night: Sonnet 71 - William... →
quickerthanfalling-asleep:
No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vildest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it, for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be…
Such an ideal wish.
just-anotherlostsoul:
I just wanna sleep for days.
I hate who I’m becoming.
I hate my past. I’m a stupid fucking piece of shit.
this goes on my wall, too
blameitonthetetons91:
I’d really appreciate it if I could not be so hard on myself.
I can own a piece of this feeling, too.
Sorrow Passes, and We Remain →
Letter of Note
Anonymous asked: honorable mentions for the breakup songs: cee lo green, gretchen wilson, carrie underwood, pink
I bet if ___ and ___ dated and broke up, the album...
Taylor Swift and Adele (CATFIGHT!)
Johnny Cash and Amy Winehouse
Sir Elton John and Freddie Mercury
TED Talk: Listening to Shame -- Brene Brown →
So many people crossed my mind and heart while listening to this presentation (including myself). Please take twenty minutes to hear something intiment, authentic, and applicable.
Rachel, Interrupted: There’s a darkness living... →
rachel-interrupted:
There’s a darkness living inside of me,
I wish so badly that it would leave,
But without it I don’t know who I’d be—
Because I can’t even remember the girl I used to call “me”.
With every waking moment, with every day that passes by,
I need answers; I need to know why.
Why am I sick,…
The best “why” I know when asking about sicknesses is that there will always...
“Whatever happened to me in my life, happened to me as a writer of plays. I’d...”
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William Shakespeare, portrayed as looking back over his career as he finishes writing The Tempest as one of two plays commissioned by Morpheus (aka Dream, aka The Sandman). “The Tempest,” issue #75 of The Sandman (1996), collected in The Wake by Neil Gaiman.
(via creativelybored)
easter idea
Somebody with artistic skill ought to paint the planets onto eggs.
Beware the Ides of March
Watch your back today.
3.14159265358979323846...
Close enough.
Anonymous asked: Every moment that I move, or smile, or cry, or kiss someone I love, I feel these strings all over that are connected to you, pulling at you. And every so often I feel these tugs where I know you feel something, or you're happy or sad or smiling at Bella, and my heart is warmed.
The Year You Almost Forget
For the most memorable events in our life, we typically remember the anniversary for a number of years, but then a year happens, and we almost forget. We get surprised by our own forgetfulness. We think, “How did I almost forget? That was such an important thing.” This happens for both joyful and painful events.
The next year, we typically remember that something was important on...
