December 2009
14 posts
Just saying.
Give me an old dusty book anytime with its olden spine and faded pages.
In lieu of the ‘heart man’:
“I am a person of familiarity. (pause) I like things to be constant, sane, stable, I am not irrational, spontaneous and fun. I can’t give you sudden spurts of attention and adrenaline rushes. I am also not good with words, I still fumble now and then when I talk, even...
“As for you, I think he feels conflicted. He wants to be like you. He does like...”
– Love, Stargirl. Jerry Spinelli. (via yourhappyplace) (via quote-book)
i still love christmas.
There is something seriously wrong in a bumblegum packaged sun shiney sleek surface of a world when you hear songs like: “I see mommy kissing Santa Claus” singing by kids who are singing about their Mother kissing another guy on a christmas day.
It’s too blurred, don’t you think?
It’s difficult to say what’s right and wrong these days. Too much of rules would...
Pluck the Day
quote-book:
blogut:
Don’t seek, my friend, we cannot say what end’s in store for you, for me: don’t trust in vague astrology, Better to shoulder what will be, whether you soon will die, or stay to watch the shore exhaust the sea. So drink some wine while your hours flee, put small trust in posterity, and prune your hopes; but pluck the day.
Horace (65 BC – 8 BC)
marc johns →
in a scent,
When I sniffed the air, it smelled of strawberries. Not the real ones, but the candle ones, the ones that always smell somehow sweeter than the real ones. It made me happy for a while, picturing Christmas in my house in time to come and of people I would most definitely love to meet again. All these happy visions - all in a sweetened scent.
Talk to me, Dance with me
You are my only girl, but
You’re not my owner,
Girl.
-Talk to me, dance with me, Hot Hot Heat
