This person keeps me sane, and I love her for it.
My yoga teacher ended an inversion-heavy class this morning with a quote:
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”—Mark Twain
Why is this SO HARD for people? Everyone loves the idea, but find it nearly impossible to break out of their routines and challenge themselves—me included. I’ve been trying to do this slowly. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Picture: This is the Mark Twain house in Hartford, one of the great places to visit in this area, especially during Christmas. When Amy Sherman-Pallandino was pitching shows to the WB network in the mid-90’s, she took a trip to Connecticut to look at Twain’s house hoping for some wallpaper inspiration for her own home. She came up with the idea for Gilmore Girls while visiting a diner in near-by Litchfield County which happens to be one of the most beautiful areas in the world. Charming, charming, charming.
I’ve been feeling like I’m coming down with something for almost a week, and yesterday it finally hit me. I slept almost all day yesterday, and now, I cannot sleep. I really cannot even think of a way to express how I’m feeling lately, maybe I’ve already said so much in the past that I’m out of words, or I’m just tired of saying things that people don’t respond to.
Some people, as far as your senses are concerned, just feel like home
Maybe I didn’t really know you. Maybe you were just a mirage. Maybe the world is full of food and sex and spectacle and we’re all just hurling towards an apocalypse, in which case it’s not your fault. I’m been thinking about all these things and… you’re probably standing there monitoring. And one more thing - about the letter. Nuke it. Flame it. Destroy it. - It hurts me to know it’s out there. Later
I’ve been listening to my gut since I was 14 years old, and frankly speaking, I’ve come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains
I can’t really offer you much, but I can offer you that empty spot on the carpet right next to me. I can offer you late nights of you and me sitting together. I can share with you my mind, my words, my music and maybe I’ll move you just like you move me.
I’ve had too many good things not last, so please last.
I’m tired of people worrying about if they’re going to hurt me or how I feel. I can handle my own fate. I’ve been heartbroken before and trust me, it’s not a fun road, but I don’t think I’ll ever be that heartbroken again. My theory is once your heart has been broken you will never feel that much pain again because once your heart breaks it will never be the same again. Your heart will heal, but there will always be missing pieces. And that’s how my heart is. It’s missing pieces. Sure, I will get hurt, but I can handle it.
There isn’t another soul on this planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I’m with you. And I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next level because it’s there between you and me. You can’t deny that. Even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I’m forever changed because of who you are and what you’ve meant to me.
I am cold, too cool to call you,
far too stoned to leave my bed.
I’ll write this song to win your kiss
But stay asleep instead.
never say goodbye
because saying goodbye
means going away
and going away
means forgetting.
- peter pan
my laptop :]
Hmph. So I’m 23 now and I started using Tumblr. yay?
I believe in pink, I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day, and I believe in miracles
