i have decided to move here: http://millionindentationsofhappiness.wordpress.com/
the distance grows between us
i did not realize how big these falls were until i saw the people standing next to them. i would love to see this in person. or the south pacific. something peaceful and meditative. usually anything that has the sound of water does that for me. the natural sound of water that is, not the toilet flushing. i am a little melancholic today. i write more frequently when i am feeling this way....
and yet i would feel lucky to care for and love this guy. triumph in the face of adversity. of course all with the help of love and compassion. despite the oddity, i think he (they) are rather lovely. check out this link for the article: http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/editors-picks/2011/09/30/two-faced-cat-is-world-record-breaker-115875-23456317/
and then there was light!
i love these lights!!!!!
yum yum. http://www.layercakewine.com/layercakeshiraz
the average ninja leaves clues everywhere.
but not me. i am completely clueless
you’re breath is so bad i think my eye fell out. but i love you with all of my heart.
Dive For Dreams -- e.e. cummings
dive for dreams or a slogan may topple you (trees are their roots and wind is wind) trust your heart if the seas catch fire (and live by love though the stars walk backward) honour the past but welcome the future (and dance your death away at this wedding) never mind a world with its villains or heroes (for god likes girls and tomorrow and the earth)
it was 5 pm, 4 hours ago
The Rivington Ride MAKES ONE COCKTAIL (but i’ll take 2) INGREDIENTS 2 oz. wheat whiskey, such as Breukelen 1/2 oz. Cointreau Dash of orange bitters Seltzer Orange, for garnish INSTRUCTIONS Shake in cocktail shaker full of ice; strain into highball glass filled with crushed ice, top with soda. Garnish with a slice of orange.
B postive. be positive. i’ve always liked my blood type.
i LOVE this.
i told you it meant a lot to me
but you didn’t care.
i have this. bah. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fuchs%27_dystrophy
♥ …and we stood collecting stars… ♥
:) the archive format for my blog looks pretty nice. iiiiiiiiiiiiiii think. http://millionindentationsofhappiness.tumblr.com/archive i am craving a alcoholic beverage. this does not mean that i am an alcoholic. far from it. in fact i am quite the tea-tootler. and when i say i am craving an alcoholic beverage, i am pretty sure it is the taste… like in a gin and tonic or margarita. ...
this actually isn’t bothering me too much anymore, but, wow. people can be amazingly clueless. i was in a meeting this morning with a few of my peers where the resulting discussions were getting excited and stressed on exactly how we were going to approach this new task. having some valuable knowledge, i attempted to contribute some supportive arguments. on all three occasions i tried...
i’ve been seeing the true colors of friends lately. some of it has hurt, but most of it has been reassuring, heartwarming and beyond pleasing. i have this chameleon like ability to get along with everyone, while trying not to compromise myself. i do pretty ok at it. but a special shout of gratitude goes to my true blue friends [i still have to figure out why it is called true...
The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its...– Mahatma Gandhi, 1869 - 1948
this breaks my heart...
i found this on my sisters newsfeed today. so sad, i am crying as i write this. if you cannot see yourself taking care of a pet beyond their incredibly cute baby days (the older years become still cute but loyal companion with unconditional love) please do not get a pet… Dear Mom and Dad, I died today. You got tired of me and took me to the shelter. T…hey were overcrowded and I...
are you mocking me?
please don’t. i am a sensitive soul.
Look at Me
so i was was thinking about this tumblr blog i have resurrected. it’s really a megalomaniac-istic diary, carefully edited, a place where i would never put the real, intimate, more… human… details of my life’s struggles, embarrassments, questions and postulations to the great unknown. at least not unless they were comical. with one follower, knowing that it is ‘out...
Sometimes I wave to people I don’t know. It’s very dangerous to wave...– Mitch Hedberg
brilliant purple flare
i’ve never been able to see the point of emptying one’s mind of thought. my thoughts are all i have. i love my thoughts, even when they take me up and down some sour smelling byways where i’d rather not venture. whatever flickers on in my head is mine and i want it, all the blinking impulses and inclinations and connections and weirdness, and especially those bright...
something old; something new.
i would like to make one of these. i lOVE lanterns. especially colorful ones. i think i could do this:
there it floats our conversation.
how strange that it is so easy for people to talk in cars. it must have something to do with the enforced temporary proximity or, with the proportion of space, or perhaps the sealed, cushioned interior silence which must resemble in some way, the insulated room of a group therapy of sorts. it is as though the automobile were a specially designed glass talking machine engineered for human...
he likes to make sure i put ALL my clothes on in the morning. even on dress down fridays.
lines and edges.
when a person fakes happy, it has edges. regular people may not see, but the people who count, they can see the edges and the lines where your smile ends and the real you begins. it’s a good thing when the edges are gone, i think. you shouldn’t hold onto things that give you edges. no edges let in more light. inside light that other people can see too.
shit, man. shit.
i am done crying now. but look: the culprit: the rear-view camera when backing out does not look for objects that protrude out one foot and stand about 5 feet high. the rear-view camera indicated i was a.o.k. but ultimately it still boils down to operator error.