one can only hope.
(Source: icanread, via hellogiggles)
what makes me more of a gramma? that im watching the bridges of madison county, or that im enjoying it?
sofia is so on point.
I feel like this just needs to be on my Tumblr.
Amazing.
(Source: fymodernfamily)
but i don’t say a lot of things.
just before our love got lost, you said: “i am as constant as the northern star”
and i said, “constantly in the darkness? wheres that at? if you need me i’ll be in the bar.”
that one verse. that one little thought. it speaks so completely about my life. of how someone or some people will come up with a certain idea of who or what i am. what knowing me will do to them. how i could make their lives better or give them some sense of direction. but me? what i know, is that i AM constantly in the darkness. that i can’t guide them home. be their shining light at the end of the tunnel. that mostly, i don’t even know how to give myself direction. that mostly, i am just as lost and scared as the rest, i just hide it very well.
sometimes, i feel like doing this. like, letting go of all those feelings that i cling to so tightly. because maybe. just maybe, if its really meant to be it will happen. then i feel lazy. because like, don’t things take work?
i’ll never say i’ll never love, but i don’t say a lot of things…
—ingrid michaelson.
dear eye that keeps watering,
please stop.
thank you.
love,
me.
To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer. Not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness.
—Woody Allen (via indiethefuckoutofme)
(Source: tabte, via stefispice)
And i say “there’s trouble when everything is fine…”
The need to destroy things creeps up on me every time,
And just as love’s silhouette appears i close my eyes
And disappear, tonight…
—jenny lewis.
in the weeks leading up to my best gay moving away. we spent a lot of time together. one night my best gay, my best gal and i were at a house my gay was housesitting at. we had a night full of wine, cheezwiz, bad movies and giggles.
my best gal and i were awoken bright and early (mind you, after a night full of wine) by my gay. playing this song. as loud as he can. and dancing in his bright orange tightie whities.
i am very much not a morning person, but in my 30 years of living, this was my most brilliant wake up call. and i’ll forever love this song, for that reason.
