August 2012
10 Powerful Quotes from Women Food and God →
“How terribly sad it is that people are made in such a way that they get used to...”
– Jostein Gaarder
July 2012
If given the chance, I would write all over things
Scraps of used paper
receipts
napkins
my hand
I’d write down what I couldn’t say to others (darn etiquette)
but especially I’d write down the things I wish I got to ask you
deep things like,
what’s the last song you’d like to hear before you died?
what was your favorite childhood book?
to silly things like,
during a zombie apocalypse, what would...
WatchAntonio Damasio, I love you.
Sometimes I feel greedy
this voracious appetite for learning, this insatiable curiosity of people and the world. It can drive you mad.
“So you’re six years old, you’re reading ‘Snow White and the Seven Dwarves,’ and...”
– Emily Levine
“When you look at the Moon, you think, ‘I’m really small. What are my problems?’...”
– Alain de Botton
“the root of all neuroses is the avoidance of the self.”
– Osho
Oh, those summertime blues.
I love being ridiculously in debt!
said no one in the history of the world. ever.
I find myself in the worst of moods these days. It is torture going to work. I feel…trapped. Angry and frustrated. Furious at the thought that I might end up like the women I work with. How did they let this happen to them?
…but it seems to sneak up on you. Days, weeks, and months go by. Every day a variation of the last. Time literally flies by. Will I wake up one day and realize...
I know you, sir.
I miss you and we’ve yet to meet.
But I know you. You, sir. My future. I feel you in my bones.
My morning bones, aching full with sleep.
I know you. I know you in the way my hair fall across my face.
In the way my lips meet my glass filled with fresh water.
In the curve of my hips, I know you. You meet me, in thoughts and plans.
I miss you. You sir, a part of a past life but also...
You're teaching me what the blues are.
“Traveling is like flirting with life. It’s like saying, ‘I would stay and love...”
– Lisa St. Aubin de Terán (via barbieandken)
The mere idea of you, the longing here for you.
