After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.– -Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that.– -Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
It was the kind of night that made you say, “Damn it, I wish I brought my camera!” over and over again. Staring out into the ocean while the wind blows the hair around your head in a halo. Leaving the oceanside restaurant to look at the sunset. Feeling the salty ocean air settle on your skin. It’s one of those scenes that make you wish you had your camera. Because your mind will...
I am tired. Wow!
It is late…or very early, depending on how you look at it. I am vulnerable in a sense that I am tired and thus very honest. I will talk and talk, and open up to others in a way that I can’t when I have full control over my mind. The problem is that no one else seems to be awake at this hour. And I am left with nobody to talk to.
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Love the Collection Names... →
The first shirt in the collection is called “Petite Salope” or “Little Slut”. There’s also an accessory called, “Kiss My Ass”. Adorable.
Slowly lifting tank tops to reveal warm skin underneath. A palm is lifted, gently grazing the stomach, fingers tracing small patterns that leave goosebumps in its wake. Slow breathing and warm brown eyes filled with trust. Everything is bathed in a golden light, as the sun slowly sets behind the trees. Then a noise, intrusive, and painful to hear in the midst of this reverie. Attempts to ignore it...
Paper Towns - John Green
“‘We don’t suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters. If you choose the strings,then you’re imagining a world in which you can become irreparably broken. If you choose the grass, you’re saying that we are all infinitely interconnected, that we can use these root systems not only to...
I think I actually prefer to read multiple books at a time. Currently Reading: The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson Look Me In The Eye: My Life With Asperger’s by John Elder Robison [Rereading] The Botox Diaries by Janice Kaplan & Lynn Schnurnberger
crushes: boy, i like how i’m too short for you to comfortably hug me, yet you always hug me anyway. — girl
Sun, surf, and sand. Staring at lifeguards whose feet are painted black with tar. Watching two men in red jumping through the water like dolphins with their orange life preservers flying after them. Screaming and jumping because the water is so cold, but eventually the teeth chattering turns to shining smiles. And we dance and play and we fight with the ocean. It roars and crashes down on our...
Quotes from Inkdeath
“She turned her back to him. She didn’t want to look at him anymore. She didn’t want to feel afraid for him anymore. She simply wanted to be angry with him, that was all. Just as she was angry with Farid, angry with Resa. Loving someone merely meant pain. Nothing but pain.” “…Darius took the words on his tongue as carefully as if they might break apart there,...
I was twelve years old, and I was on the plane back from New Orleans for our band trip. I remember that it was night, and that the interior of the plane was dark…causing my friend and I to spill our juice all over the seats and onto our legs. I remember as the liquid seeped into my pants, and the ice slid through my fingers. We called the flight attendant, asking her for some napkins to soak...
It’s like an emotional Heimlich. Someone puts their arms around you and they...– -[on hugs] The fantastic writers of Pushing Daisies
I forgot where I saw this..
Person A: HI!
Person B: Hey, what's up?
Person A: NOT MUCH HOW ARE YOU?
Person B: ...hit caps lock
Person A: WOW THANKS! THIS MAKES TYPING SO MUCH EASIER!
Person B: fml
I think that we live our lives in an eternal state of “want”. Are we ever truly satisfied and happy with what we have? You can have your friends and your family, shelter and a good three meals a day, but would you still turn down an offer for free money or more things? — Lately I have been finding myself wanting - as I get older, I crave the freedom associated with maturity....
note to self: sketch -
& the tree loved the young bird. But one day he flew away, and no matter how she stretched her weary limbs, she remained rooted to the ground.
Tear or tear? Crying or ripping? Both sound pretty destructive to me. But today I’m happy and I will pretend that this word describes the sound of ripping plastic packages to extract kites to fly on the sandy shores of a beach. Later we will watch fireworks explode above us in showers of color, as smoky scent fills the air. It will be beautiful.
To the boy who served me my ice cream, I think you’re really cute, and when you smiled when I asked for no whip cream, I swear you made my heart beat a little faster. I don’t know anything about you, and I’m pretty sure I will never see you again, but you made my day a little more exciting. -Me P.S. - Thanks for the extra scoop of ice cream on my brownie sundae.
wittgenstein says that animals do not have thoughts. this is similar to babies who do not have any capacity for language. although they experience emotions, they do not know that they are. i agree with him. when my mom speaks to my dog, i always tell her that he doesn’t understand. two things i wonder about though: Linn said that an animal can’t help but sit when you tell it to sit....
Paper Castle →
Funny, since I’m currently reading Paper Towns by John Green.
I imagine bursts of orange, red, and yellow leaves that gently glide through the air to become dead brown things that crackle and crunch underneath our feet. The nip and chill of air that is eased by cups of hot chocolate. The smell of pumpkin pie baking in the oven…but this is southern California, and our leaves stay green.
I rented a bunch of books and some DVDs from the library. They’re sitting on my table right now; stacks of thin paper pages hiding multitudes of adventures between their covers. Every time I look at them, I feel a little thrill of excitement. Once I get into the story, everything seems to melt away. I no longer feel the summer heat, and the droning sounds from the television turns into an...
Indifference. Forget & keep living. Smile. Stop singing songs with silly lyrics that are not true.