This is so incredibly true.
gatekeeper: It’s not the face, but the expressions on it. It’s not the voice, but what you say. It’s now how you look in that body, but things you do with it. You are beautiful. The people I know to be of beauty have qualities about them that are so unperfectly, perfect. What they say, think, thier actions make them attractive and desired. You know its true, because you know people like...
Marry me, please.
A Thousand Acres, is actually quite good. I love how its based on a farm. Sort of brings out naive innocence and old fashioned customs of hard country life. However, I do not like how Ginny is able to cheat on Ty without the slightest discomfort indeed. There’s something unnatural about that.
I thought this was pretty.
I must be honest with you.
You make me very angry. You make me sad. Desperate. Scared. Furious.
And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of...– Nicholas Sparks, ‘The Notebook’ (via quotewhore) This is the truest truth.
Things I need to do on the last week of summer
trangaroo: Go buy Merchant of Venice/Turquoise Ring and read Shoot Grace’s senior photos Watch Eternal Sunshine, Pulp Fiction, Once, and Adam Hannah and Heather time before they leave for college Sushi downtown w/ Christopher and friends Buffalo Wild Wings with Timmy and friends See Kassandra!! Toro Y Moi @ Pastime Tavern (if it’s not 21+, ugh) Put my sleeping schedule in checkmode Start...
Thanks Andi! That was quick.
I often wish, and I know how crazy and embarrassing this is, that I was a member of one of those chat websites, where you meet people. Not to get to know someone for a date or anything like that, just to meet someone. To actually speak with them. No faces, no memories, no bad impressions, just someone who has absolutly no evidence to judge me from. No one who knows anything about me or my life....
Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us on the ass. And when...– Grey’s Anatomy (via quotewhore) Denial is the perfect word.
“There is something special about reading a good book. Every look, every sound, every emotion becomes intwined in your being so tight, one fragine thread could undo you. One tiny thread could ruin you. This book seeps into your identity, you begin living your life half in the story, and half in the cold real world. Is the addiction to books a sickness? One may think so. But I would rather...