December 2010
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“Of all the things you wear, your expression is the most important.” Janet Lane
Dec 29th
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Makes me happy :)
Dec 29th
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Doesn't anybody ship Veronica/Piz???
I’ve been wandering Tumblr admiring posts about Veronica Mars (because let’s face it, if I could choose to be her or be me —- well, I’d want to be both somehow —- the most obvious choice would be HER, I mean COME ON. She’s like the coolest, ever) and all I see are all these pictures of Logan and Veronica and Logan and Veronica and Logan and Veronica and it makes...
Dec 29th
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Dec 29th
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Little moments in a cascade of stars....
Your breath tickles my cheek, the distinct scents of fresh bananas and coffee wafting to my nose, which wriggles in delight. I pull the covers farther up around my shoulders, tighter, clinging onto a moment in a dark room. You whisper that you love me as I glance at the moon outside your bedroom window. It’s solemn, quiet, lonely. Not like me. Not like us. Some say, in order to write the...
Dec 29th
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I woke this morning with a realization.
I live my whole life in a world of sighs.
Dec 28th
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The future eludes me.
There is only now to me. There is only what I want, what I think I want, what I need. But none of it really means anything until it is now. I’m stuck in now, I’m stuck here in these moments where I fumble and forget myself in a stumble of words. I’m stuck in today, when time means choosing or giving up. I’m stuck in now, and I can’t go forward, because nobody...
Dec 28th
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“Life can be long or short, it all depends on how you choose to live it. It’s...”
– Sarah Dessen (via 500daysofkissingmypillow)
Dec 27th
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“I find that the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving.” -Oliver Wendell Holmes
Dec 27th
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“Cleverness is not wisdom.” -Euripides
Dec 27th
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Moments, if not captured, can haunt you forever.
I watched the moonlight coat your lips. I prayed for an instant that the moonlight would be coating our lips together. I quickly decided maybe that wasn’t the best plan. I walked away, the sound of goodbye echoing off your tongue. I wish I had stayed.
Dec 26th
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“If no one ever took risks, Michelangelo would have painted the Sistine floor.” -Neil Simon
Dec 26th
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Dec 26th
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“He’s right, Car. I am afraid. There’s a part of me that wants to let him in. But then I feel myself put this wall up, and I don’t understand why. Maybe that’s what strikes me most about Kostos; that despite everything he suffered, he can still look at life in the most uncomplicated way. I’ve never known that kind of faith. It makes me so sad that people like...
Dec 25th
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“Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you are a mile away from them, and you have their shoes.” -Frieda Norris
Dec 25th
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“Rather, they were afraid to be cowards.” -Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried
Dec 24th
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“Not all who wander are lost.” -J.R.R. Tolkien
Dec 24th
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Dec 24th
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“That’s why they call them crushes. If it didn’t hurt, they’d call it… something else.” -Sixteen Candles
Dec 24th
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“What is poetry? It is the human soul entire squeezed like a lemon into atomic words.” -Langston Hughes
Dec 24th
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Okay, so everyone that knows me well
thinks that I am in love with Taylor Swift. THIS IS JUST NOT TRUE, PEOPLE. I appreciate Taylor (and am slightly obsessed with her) because of my GIGANTIC respect for her. Look how far she’s gotten. And she can’t even sing that well. But the thing about her is that although she might not sing that well, she didn’t get to the top because she was some baby Disney Channel star who...
Dec 24th
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“The blood was warm like dishwater. I could feel my pants filling up with it. All this blood, I thought - I’ll be hollow.” Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried
Dec 24th
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Dec 22nd
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Luna
She stared down at all the people. There were so many of them out on this cold, unfriendly night, gazing up from their perches on benches or feet, or sprawled out on blankets spread across chilly grass or hard rooftops. She smiled, amused at some of the wiggling bare feet, the crazy few who preferred the freedom of their toes, despite the frosty, stinging breezes, to the entrapment of socks and...
Dec 21st