kissing is like
drinking salted water
you drink and your
thirst increases.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
have a good summer.
it's probably a good thing that summer only lasts a few months.
i wouldn't survive this much fun all year long.
black and blue.
"She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though.
But it was a hopeful kind of sad.
The kind of sad that just takes time."
- Stephen Chbosky
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
he said it ...
"I've never wished a man dead,
but I have read some obituaries
with great pleasure."
- Mark Twain
Monday, May 2, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
lost in transistion.
they say to let what you love, be what you do.
but i don't know what i love, and i don't know what to do.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
love no matter what.
There's different kinds of love, darling.
Some people you love no matter what,
and others you love if the situation is right.
To me, the best kind of love
is the "no matter what" kind.
- Helen Holt
Sunday, March 27, 2011
true friends.
ever wish there were a bat signal
for when you were in distress,
just to say, "i need a friend. now, not later."
chaos theory.
people should be loved,
things should be used.
but
things are being loved,
people are being used.
stay grounded my friends.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
rip cleopatra
"It is strange that the years teach us patience;
that the shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting."
- Elizabeth Taylor
(02/27/32 - 03/23/11)
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
secrets out.
maybe it's okay to let your skeletons out for a breath of fresh air.
just be careful who is around.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
things. have. changed.
The first line Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice is
"It is a truth universally acknowledged,
that a single man in possession of a good fortune,
must be in want of a wife."
Things have change since 1813,
I'm going to go ahead and say the opposite is now true. ya think?
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
the definition of love.
thank you thought catalog. read this. what love is. period. such an honest description of that crazy four letter word that turns our lives upside down.
The Definition of Love
Ryan O'Connell
You can stop taking quizzes in Cosmo. Here’s what love really is.
Love is still wanting to hold someone after you climax. After the initial euphoria from the orgasm wears off, you’re replaced with a sense of calm rather than a panic. You don’t want to search for your clothes, scramble to find your keys and figure out the best way to tell them, “See ya later forever!” You’re fine with chilling out in bed with the person and maybe ordering pad thai later.
Love is unattractive. It can expose our worst traits: Jealousy, irrational fears, heated anger; the gang’s all here! While it can bring out compassion and tenderness, it can also make you behave like the ugliest version of yourself. That can be okay for a little while, but love with real longevity should be like a xanax rather than an adderall.
Love is not afraid to be schmaltzy. There’s a reason why the most popular love songs are so lyrically simple. You can drown it in metaphors all you want but love usually boils down to, “You make me so happy. I want to hold your hand. I just want u 2 be mine 4ever!” You can be a 50-year-old linguistics professor at Columbia University and still find something to relate to in a Mariah Carey ballad if you’re in love because the feelings are so universal. It’s humbling, isn’t it? No matter who you are or what your background is, love can reduce you to Mariah Carey mush.
Love is an all-consuming drug. It gives us these natural highs we’ve only read about in books or heard in songs. It’s addictive. It’s what keeps us going to bars, drinking glasses of wine, going to that stupid house party in Bushwick; it’s all for the possibility of finding love. In the wrong hands, love can be dangerous and scary. If someone lacks a healthy foundation, love can kill. All of these crimes you read about in the newspapers are usually linked to passionate love. “I did it because I loved them just…too much.”
Love is not what our parents had. In high school, you never wanted to think about your mother and father having once slept with people in the backseat of cars and feeling warm and happy. That would make it feel less special and young. It would make love have less to do with you when, EXCUSE ME, it has EVERYTHING to do with you.
Love is getting drunk with your significant other at a party and taking a cab home with your bodies intertwined. You feel safest in these moments, the most secure. Entering a social gathering with someone who loves you is the biggest security blanket. People leave the party as a parade of droopy expressions and sad cocktail dresses. But not you. “Sorry guys, I’m in love! I’m taking a car!”
Love is fucking stupid. Love is fucking smart. Love is about betraying yourself, of compromising your ideals for someone else’s approval. That’s actually the bad kind of love, but I guess it all blurs together when you’re young or when you’re old or when you don’t love yourself.
Love is your significant other telling you about their favorite album and then making a point to fall in love with it on your own. Love is wondering why your better half loves certain things. You think you can find remnants of them in their favorite films, books and songs, but you usually can’t.
Love is finding yourself feeling protective over someone else’s well-being Love is being incensed with rage when someone or something has done your lover wrong.
Love is wanting your partner to cum. And if they can’t, just say, “That’s okay. I’m enjoying this.” It might be bullshit, but they’ll be orgasming in the next five minutes. Trust me.
Love isn’t always marriage. Marriage is spending $60,000 so everyone can know that someone loves you. You know what’s certainly not love? Debt. In some cases, love can be divorce.
Love is a back massage, a mindfuck, a hard cock, a pair of perfect breasts, of feeling unashamed about the cellulite on your body. Love is someone giving a shit about you enough to argue. Love is not passive. Love is “Don’t fucking touch me right now.” Love is “Who the FUCK were you talking to?” Love is sometimes hating yourself for a second. Love is hate. Period. Indifference is the real killer of love and the true antithesis.
When love leaves you, you should be lying on your bathroom floor with no resolve. You’re smoking cigarettes in the bathtub and crying about everything bad that’s ever happened.
Love is someone seeing the beauty in you and wanting to bask in it every day all day. Love is not guaranteed. We are not owed love. That’s why when we get it, we know how lucky we are and hold on to it for dear life.
So, yeah. That’s what love is. Anyone know where to get some?
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
bueller anyone?
According to Cameron:
"I am not going to sit on my ass
as the events that affect me
unfold to determine
the course of my life.
I'm going to take a stand.
I'm going to defend it.
Right or wrong,
I'm going to defend it."
Monday, February 14, 2011
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