(via sabino)
A person, scattered in space and time, is no longer a woman but a series of events on which we can throw no light, a series of insoluble problems.
—Proust
though love can't change the weather / no act of god could pull me away from you
my only photographic evidence of snowpocolypse thus far - and a crappy bberry photo at that. note how high the snow is on the sides of the car. perhaps i’ll have another chance as we get 10-20 more inches tomorrow (!). i am regretting my decision to not sign a lease anywhere that charged for covered parking. people are going crazy and dumping snow anywhere to undig, including on my little red honda. dear owner of the tan car, if you ever dump snow on my car again in an effort to rid your geriatric michael scott wannabe sebring convertible, i will cut you, you hillbilly virginia fuck. kapeesh?
whoops, not sure how that slipped out on my previously-pristine blog. back to the self-help mantras regularly scheduled programming.
dear anthro-
pleease refill your size 6.5 stock for these shoes. i would gladly buy the 6s and shove my 6.5 foot into it if this were a closed-toe shoe, but no one needs to see my (or anyones, for that matter) skinny middle toe snaking towards the edge of the platform. vomit.
thanks in advance. -m
She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, "I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while."
Haruki Murakami (via align)
(via scout)
near two feet & counting! i come prepared: good company, baking/cooking supplies, new books, board games, dvds, neon nail polish, a bottle of italian red, & some sweet tea vodka. the latter of which will be mixed with lemonade and consumed while wearing my bathing suit with the heat blasting. i can dream.
When a beast is hurt it roars in incomprehension.
When a bird is hurt it huddles in its nest.
But when a man is hurt,
he makes himself an expert.
Then he stands there with a glass in his hand staring into nothing
as if he was forming an opinion.
—Tony Hoagland (via bowsandbeaux)
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Please note, if I should ever write a memoir it will be titled, “Don’t Tell God What I Do With His Dice.”
Cancer Horoscope, Week of February 4, 2010
I wonder if you can you handle this much healing intensity, Cancerian. The possibilities for transforming difficult parts of your life are substantial. I’ll name a few ways this could play out: 1. A confusing riddle may be partially solved through a semi-divine intervention. 2. A sore spot could be soothed thanks to the power of your curiosity. 3. An ignorance that has caused you pain may be illuminated, allowing you to suffer less. 4. If you can summon the capacity to generously tolerate uncertainty, you may find and rehabilitate an orphaned part of your life. I’m not saying for sure that any of this stuff will happen, but the odds are favorable that at least one will.
(via freewillastrology)
