July 2008
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cuppa sweat, sir?
I’m wholly ready for Summer to be over and done with. I’m sick of the heat, humidity, and all-around mugginess. I’m sick of the air being thick. I’m sick of not being able to breathe. Well, I can’t breathe correctly anyway, but Summer isn’t helping any.
I’m ready for Fall. I want to the leaves to change and the air to crisp. I want to wear sweaters...
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Intimacy is being seen and known as the person you truly are.
– Amy Bloom (via enquotations)
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The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty;...
– Ursula K. LeGuin (via enquotations)
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Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the...
– Henry David Thoreau (via enquotations)
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I’m selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of...
– Marilyn Monroe (via whateverlolawants, bellechoses)
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I’d rather be a failure at something I love than a success at something I hate.
– George Burns (via enquotations)
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She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches,...
– Neil Gaiman, Stardust (via heartliketwigs)
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Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets...
– Bill Vaughan (via enquotations)
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Eating meat is the moral equivalent of sodomy? This explains the stabbing pain...
– gwynethfar at sf_drama
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How to Travel by Cargo Ship →
(via livejamie)
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Be yourself. No one can ever tell you you’re doing it wrong.
– James Leo Herlihy (via prospers)
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I haven't seen Batman yet. If you fuck this up...
(via whatthefuckdoineedtoknow)
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go away...no, really
If you can’t be my friend when it’s cloudy, please don’t be my friend at all.
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Don't think. Just write. →
woodshavings:
Pretty interesting website. Once you click “Go” a word loads at the top of the page. You then have 60 seconds to write about it.
(via bellechoses)
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I May Blow Some Shit Up Anyway.
Roommate: Grant is coming tomorrow.
Me: *stares*
Roommate: The guy who sprays the lawn.
Me: Oh, riiiight. I watch entirely too much Mythbusters.