take my hand. and we’ll walk through this dark room for the last time.
This could be the very minute i’m aware
All these places feel like home
great morning spent on my porch with the sun in my eyes, coffee, and my ipod playing the best music ever.
[the boy who blocked his own shot]
“coffee, cigarettes, and books go together like the father, son, and the holy ghost” -remaining anonymous. but yes, this was in fact said. on my porch at 730 am.
“hope is the thing with feathers,
that pearches in the soul, and
and sings the tune with out words,
and never stops at all”
-Emily Dickenson
“With all the complexities of our modern lives, some people can’t keep up. Their inability to deal with problems, but they have their own ways of dealing. Some deal with it out of a syringe, some at the bottom of a bottle; some just deal with it.” [angels fall from gasoline rainbows]
Stephyn brought me beautiful flowers over the weekend. i opened to door to him standing there with a dozen of beautiful roses. for absolutely no reason in the world. i love him more every day.
came back to columbia. doing some christmas decorating with my laur.
my cousin and i got up at 4 am. we went to starbucks at 4:45 am. then target at 5. i only bought one thing. it was 34 degrees outside.
i came home to the wonderful morning light in my house. i love it. i love mornings. i know i’ve said this 1000 times.
happy thanksgiving.
its lame that people only remember to give thanks for the important things in their life one day a year. so lame.
a book is a garden carried in a pocket.
what a great sunday. too many rain drops. too many cups of coffee. too many good pages of a book.
“Words are dead. A plot is not a story; it’s a grave. Do you ever get that feeling that you are the only one who exits, and where you exist is this place somewhere in your head? You can’t get out. You can look out, but you can’t get out your contact with people is very limited. Words connect us in some way, and it’s pathetic because words are so universal and nonspecific that they make us all insensitive animals. Thus denial is created. It eats your soul and defecates in your world.” (Angels Fall from Gasoline Rainbows, CJ Maddson)
We’ll do it all. everything. on our own.
we don’t need anything or anyone.
If I lay here. if i just lay here. would you lie with me and just forget the world?
I don’t quite know
How to say
How I feel
Forget what we’re told. before we get too old. show me a garden that’s bursting into life.
Let’s waste time.
also, November 22
i found this posted in front of our toilet.
Me: i took a “what kind of debator are you” (in the national forensics league) quiz. miss cottingham got ld. i took the whole quiz. my result? “none”. fmlStephyn : Ha. Omg. Wow.Me: i didn’t need to take that quiz to find out i guess. whatever. i met you. thats all that matters.Stephyn: Thats my biggest trophy. Meeting you
mornings. they are when i have fresh thoughts. fresh. everything is new.
“but i did continue and recover. i got well by talking. death could not get a word in edgewise, it grew discouraged, and traveled on.” -louise edrich (tracks)
“it comes up different every time, and has to ending, no beginning. they get the middle wrong too. they only know they don’t know anything” -louise edrich (tracks)
“ I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question.Harun Yahya
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
“”We do know that no one gets wise enough to understand the heart of another, though it is the task of our life to try.”
[Louise Erdrich]
Don’t let your mind get weary and confused
Your will be still, don’t try
Don’t let your heart get heavy child
Inside you there’s a strength that lies
Don’t let your soul get lonely child
It’s only time, it will go by
(ray lamontagne, be here now)
my life on a page.
it’s a blog of things that i like. i don’t take these photos. it’ll be a collection of things that i find inspiring or that describe me.
(i am not abandoning this one, no worries)
i woke up to this note written on my mirror from my laur.
we write codes of love to each other.
