December 2010
127 posts
“Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever;...”
– John Green (via bibliotheque)
Notebook.
I think I misplaced my notebook. which is incredibly problematic, considering it is the housing complex of my brain. someone else’s thoughts will find it difficult to live there, because my brain is particularly hard to live with. come back to me little thing.
pegghetti:
aidan knight - jasper
Sometimes.
Sometimes I dwell on the fact that you’ll never think of me as anything more than interesting.
yesterday.
We’d spend the rest of tomorrow wishing,
we were. where yesterday was.
we’d lose every notion of ” why not?” and “because”
consumed in the memory of miss “yesterdays” path
forgetting the terror, of ”tomorrow’s” great wrath.
we’d feel, quite content.
in our woods. in our tent.
ignoring the beckoning call, and lament.
...
The last two days.
last night: Emma showed me a red leaf. she wondered if anyone else desired to eat leaves like she did. I told her no. but she let me know that Pointsetta leaves, are the blood equivalent of plants. I I think I just nodded, becasue why should anyone talk someone out of something so lovely.
Today: I sat in starbucks, and I saw a tall young man, with strange glasses, and scraggly hair. he was...
frustration.
We all get so frustrated with life, because it isn’t constantly handing us something “beautiful”, everytime we ask for it. truth can more frequently be found in the “ugliness” we forgot to look at.
Normality vs. rationality
I hope it’s normal to have gotten to a point, where none of your feelings can ACTUALLY be expressed in a logical sentence. I always end up wanting to say something profound. or interesting. forget it. I think i’ll just stick to, “im tired”. yada yada yada life is beautiful, and what not. and ” every corner of the universe is filled with the singing sunflowers of the...
“I asked participants who claimed to be “strong followers of Jesus” whether Jesus...”
– Shane Claiborne (via thesunisfalling)
Anonymous asked: who is your favorite person in the world? ?!!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!??!?!??! I'll give you a clue. the answer starts with an E. GO.
Love.
Love is like water.
everyone needs it.
But no one can tell you what it tastes like.
Love is like garbage
it tends to collect.
but we throw it to the way side.
love is like a hand
a simple bridge
seperating the treachurous seas
from the familiar shadow of Land.
Love is like a holiday
a get away.
a runaway.
a place to set your sorrows.
To anticipate 365 tomorrows.
love is like time.
...
Christmas.
Today I thought about christmas. In theory this could have ended up being the strangest Christmas so far, BUT I think this was the best? I mean come on, the tree was the lamest ever. it leaks, and the presents were slight, and we forgot to thaw the chocolate croissants over night for christmas breakfast. AND, I haven’t experienced even the slightest drop of christmas spirit all week. BUT,...
Eve.
Mom got a me a robe for christmas. and emma too. so we’re all walking around in our robes. such a strange phenomenon. Dad’s making Ebelskevers in the kitchen, and sam? Sam’s watching..UFC in the next room. I think it’s stupid. and weird. but maybe he’d think this is stupid and weird. The dog’s in a sweater, and our christmas tree is leaking. not to mention we...
plans.
I made some plans with Emma last night, after attending our “old church” for Christmas eve eve. I’ve never wanted to burn my money and all of my things more than I did last night. people must be missing something, because in reality you REALLY don’t need 50 hanging snowflakes in the sanctuary, OR perfectly wrapped gifts plastered to every corner of the walls. that’s...
morning time.
Every morning I wake up, and I think the same two thoughts.
number one:” That I will strive to be normal today”, because normal people lead normal lives. and normal lives are more normal, therefore they will end up getting to enjoy the normal joys of life.
number 2: that I wish I was a dog. because i’m always sleepy when I leave for the bus. and dogs dont have to go to...
nestforinsanity asked: sometimes i get bored of you and i spit you out.
thesunisfalling asked: Do you miss me?
asilentsorites-deactivated20120 asked: hey I usually don't say this to people often, but I thoroughly enjoy everything you post. It's refreshing to see your own originality on here.
“If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his...”
– Sirius Black (via nosunwithoutshadow)
places.
Pictures. like slideshow’s of future. and done.
the way that the moon can shout back to the sun.
where are you going? where are you from?
where you’re legs. they can rest, so you don’t have to run.
a place called ” between” what was. and what is.
no longer taking what’s hers, or whats his.
a place far away where you’re mind, it can travel.
not...
