March 2010
63 posts
Today, I borrowed a novel about Sherlock Holmes from the library and detective novels are always my favorite. I turned a few pages to where characters are introduced. On one of the name, apparently someone circled and wrote “He is the murderer” right next to it. FML
Head's up...
There might or might not be a whole bunch of depressing posts headed your way, on account of Johnny and I breaking up today.
(919): Fuck morning classes. Fuck early work. Fuck anything in the morning that doesn't involve sleeping, sex or bacon.
(via srsly)
“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.”
—Lemony Snicket (via 52hearts) (via shany) (via quote-book) (via mynameisloud)
“If he misses you, he’ll call. If he wants you, he’ll say it. And if he cares, he’ll show it. If not, he can’t be worth your time because you’re obviously not worth his.”
—(via simplynorule) (via mynameisloud)
immd:
My kids were arguing and I told them “there is no fighting” to which my 10-year-old son promptly replies “not on Rex Manning Day.” IMMD
Submitted by: mommaj
“We live in this culture where everything is supposed to be so hip and so cool, and it’s not cool to love, and it’s not cool to take care of each other, and it’s not cool to stand up for ourselves. But you know what? Fuck all of that. I believe in love, and I believe that the only way that we are going to survive this fucking craziness that’s going on in our world today is if we just learn to look at love, turn our heads the other way from all the bullshit, and fucking love.”
—Andrew McMahon (via sinkthesun) (via iancrawfish) (via thingssheloves) (via tierneyderidder) (via hand-in-hand)
I think
getting away just the two of us, actually, is quite wonderful. I love you. Sorry for being a paranoid bitch.
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
—Anaïs Nin (via libraryland) (via meshkaret)
“Do not dismiss a book until you have written one, and do not dismiss a movie until you have made one, and do not dismiss a person until you have met them. It is a fuckload of work to be open-minded and generous and understanding and forgiving and accepting, but Christ, that is what matters.”
—Dave Eggers (via iandingman) (via swisscheeseandbullets) (via 1000reasonsnottostartmakingart)
Great,
Johnny’s computer is dead. How in the bloody hell is this long distance relationship going to work without a computer? I won’t make it through 4 months of this. Can’t I just catch a fucking break for once. For fuck’s sake!…Sorry, had to get this out.
“Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have”
— Henry Rollins (via justbesplendid)
“Oftentimes, when people are miserable, they will want to make other people miserable, too. But it never helps.”
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Lemony Snicket: The Wide Window (via quote-book)
lemony snicket is right about everythingggggggg
(via piecesofserenity)
(via bicyclebuiltfortwo)
“You’re not friends. You’ll never be friends. You’ll be in love ‘til it kills you both. You’ll fight, and you’ll shag, and you’ll hate each other ‘til it makes you quiver, but you’ll never be friends. Real love isn’t brains, children. It’s blood. It’s blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love’s bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.”
—Spike (via commanderred) (via forrealsiesbabe)
