“If you want them so much, why not just get them yourself?”
but I don’t, I really don’t!
What I crave is the gesture,
what I want is the “shallow” confirmation of my femininity.
Where is my undo button?
The smell of rain is intoxicating!
Bucket list item: I want to walk through a forest or a hiking trail with you on a rainy day. I’m tired of being surrounded by so much ugh movement– I can’t make the world slow down, so let’s get away and experience a different kind of energy. I had this dream the other night that we were swimming with sea turtles in Cancun, and you took my hand and kept saying “LOOK.” I liked that.
Living life for the future.. for success… for a vision… that’s nice, but when will I get to feel the moment? I guess you could say the vision IS the moment, but quite frankly I’d just like to slow down, drink my tea, and watch the rain come down.
I love you!
I’m happy, I’m happy, I’m happy
And you can’t take that away~
*snarfsnarfsnarf* you can’t, you can’t!
I am a torrent
of feelings, thoughts,
They flow from within me, but
sometimes they flood,
and flood and flood.
Not like the predictable Nile,
which floods its banks to
sustain life and beauty
Instead they cascade from
great heights and crash
down upon the rocks below.
Relentlessly, they hurl themselves
into a silly pit full of
damp moss, plaster, broken toys
deeper and deeper, they fall
onwards and onwards,
towards a fabricated destination
Just another “snarffblatt” to add
to my collection– hehe!
“That human stuff! Can’t get enough!”
I know you, you who creates
counterfeit tokens for
And there it was–
the prize, or so you said.
and so I believed
but the end, I see now – it was just
another piece of rotting
wallpaper for my collection
the summation of my emotions and thoughts–
And yet I can’t forget that familiar
feeling I get when I remember–
Promises full of
sylvan fairies, warm chesnuts, and
You shine like a tiki torch
on an adventurous night dark
buzzing with feverish energy
You smell like a fresh cotton shirt
pulled out of a pile of like-colored clothes
warm, comforting, familiar
You taste like the memory of my 7th summer–
memorable for scabs and bike rides and
the sweet innocence of curiosity
You move like a newborn turtle,
barely independent yet surging onwards
towards the vast, dangerous ocean.
You make me feel like a shiny new bathtub ducky,
small, bright yellow, lulled softly in warm sudsy water.
But did you know?
I don’t want to be small,
not if you’ll outgrow me.
I don’t want to be shiny,
not if the water wears away my luster.
I don’t want to be lulled,
not by extraneous forces.
I don’t want to feel this way,
not ever, not for any reason.
And though your promises are promising I just
can’t stop feeling like
“I pledge to live my life with passion and purpose,
To live with integrity to principle-centered values,
To forgive quickly and love unconditionally,
To live courageously and learn voraciously,
To work for the possible and believe in the miraculous,
To treat myself compassionately as a glorious work-in-progress.
I pledge to fill my thoughts with gratitude and kindness,
To persevere and overcome with dignity and elegance,
To live in the moment, learn from the past and plan for the future,
To broaden my mind, strengthen my character and deepen my spirituality,
To see the best in others and in myself,
To laugh and play and bless and serve.
I pledge to find beauty in life’s rainy days,
To notice its roses amidst the thorns,
To prefer what lifts and inspires and ennobles,
To never take life for granted or myself too seriously,
To leave the world better than when I found it,
To stay true to the spark of the divine inside me,
To be patient with my progress as I stumble forward on the campus of life.
I pledge, therefore, to live a life of growing joy and deepening happiness as the natural byproduct of the choices I make, the habits I form, the thoughts I harbor and the actions I take within the context of what I believe about myself, life and others. And so I pledge to be a daily project of love, learning and growing one step at a time.”
(source: Ken Wert)
CLEANING THE HOUSE WHILE DRUNK IS THE BEST IDEA EVER, I DONT REMEMBER MOPPING THE FLOORS BUT THEY HAVE DEFINITELY BEEN DONE
guys please don’t do six shots of vodka and then clean your house. i vacuumed up a whole deck of cards and fell asleep on the rug for two hours
I’m now a believer in the synthesis of happiness.
Paul Lockhart — Exultation
I just love the way he envisions the world of math, how vivid he portrays the behavior of the notions and numbers and their abilities once you’ve given them a certain value. Numbers have lives of their own. We can’t control them, once we decide what we mean by them, we have no say in how they behave. Nothing we can do except watch them and try to understand them. If they taught public educational math in this way, I think I would have been a lot more interested in the subject to be quite honest.