Thursday, March 31, 2011

convention

"Conventional people are roused to fury
by departure from convention, 
largely because they regard such departure
as a criticism of themselves."

~Bertrand Russell

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

pretty, pretty

I really want one of these

Yoshino Cherry Tree

http://www.flowersgallery.net/summer/yoshino-cherry-tree-specs-pictures/

done

"... to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on 4 days notice because you cant just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone's idea of love but it is the way i can recognize it because that is what i do..."

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Disgust.


Push-up bikini tops for children. WTF is this world coming to.
If I ever have a little girl she won't even be wearing a bikini,
let alone a push-up bikini top!
Disgust.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

sheesh

"I knew that there were no guarantees. No way of knowing what came next for me, or him, or anybody. Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there."
Sarah Dessen (This Lullaby)

Saturday, March 19, 2011

defined





I am a human being.
I am flawed. I am disoriented. 
I am aged beyond my years. I am naive. 
I am frightened. I am insecure. I am confounded. 
I feel too much. I think too little. I am numb. I think too much.
I am mortified. I am calamitous.
I am deplorable. I am broken.
I am sorry, so sorry.


I am affectionate.
I am happy. I am vibrant. I am content. 
I am playful. I am peaceful. I am fortunate. 
I am good-natured. I am soft-hearted. I am intelligent. 
I am a listener. I am good. I am alive. 
I am simple. I am complex.
I am a human being.
 I am sorry.





http://www.robertmontgomery.org/robertmontgomery.org/25.html

Thursday, March 17, 2011

stafford, william

They miss the whisper that runs
any day in your mind,
"Who are you really, wanderer?"--
and the answer you have to give
no matter how dark and cold
the world around you is:
"Maybe I'm a king."