February 2012
13 posts
there are times when i really want to be joyful for someone else finding their happiness. unfortunately, this is not one of those times…i don’t want to tack on a smile, shrug my shoulders and pretend that everything is ok. i don’t want to rejoice in someone else, when the source of their said happiness is directly the reason that i am sad. i want to be bitter, i want to dislike...
‘so lets be honest, lets move on. lets pretend sugar….ain’t nothing wrong….’
in a life full of ‘what ifs’, sometimes you just want a ‘this is it’ moment.
when cher goes from frump to fab in ‘moonstuck’, i get a little veklempt every time.
January 2012
19 posts
what makes me more of a gramma? that im watching the bridges of madison county, or that im enjoying it?
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...
“i’ll never say i’ll never love, but i don’t say a lot of...”
– 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...”
– Woody Allen (via indiethefuckoutofme)
“And i say “there’s trouble when everything is fine…”...”
– jenny lewis.
“If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of...”
– Sylvia Plath (via winosays)
its you.
you have all the weapons you’ll need.
now, fight.
you think your dreams are the same as mine.
i wanna have a song to share with you.
i wanna look across the room and know that something means something just to you and i.
i wanna let my bangs fall across my face to hide my tears.
i wanna wake up and see only those eyes.
i wanna dance dance dance dance and dance.
i wanna be silly. i wanna giggle. i wanna think about nothing but you.
i wanna have a song to share with you.
i've got my ticket and im going to go...
lately, the idea of love has weighed very heavily on my mind. maybe its the turning another century older? maybe its watching everyone around me coupling up and thinking, ‘that looks nice’? maybe its my morbid fascination with love and how it works? maybe its all the adele, the civil wars and ryan adams i’ve been listening to on repeat? but i finally believe that i have gotten...
December 2011
6 posts
November 2011
13 posts
i know its supposed to be like, scary. but watching the episode of american horror stories ‘rubber man’ tonight, i cried. like a sad sad woman child. cried. what??
my love letter to patty griffin
dear patty,
first of all, i love you.
now that that is out of the way, i just wanted to tell you that your music is soft, melodic and soothing. your lyrics are one of sheer brilliance. i used your music to help me through the death of my father (long ride home.), moves i’ve gone through (rowing song), breakups i’ve gone through (let him fly). honestly, you’re the soundtrack...
ya’ll. when taylor swift starts singing my life, we know i’ve taken a wrong turn…
my grownup birthday list.
im not usually one to want presents for my birthday. i usually just want a good meal and good friends to surround me. but this year. i do have a bit of a wishlist, only because its fun. its fun to daydream about what you could have.
*mindy kaling: is everybody hanging out without me? (also, tina feys: bossy pants)
*a bottle of veuve clicquot champagne to toast my 30th year.
*an ‘everyday...
one of my very dearest friends was visiting california over the weekend and i had the good luck to spend a ridiculously good amount of time with her. it made me remember how warm and comfortable the love of a girlfriend can make you feel. that there are certain people that really are brought into your life for a reason, and that reason is to love and be loved in return. there are selfless people...
im a hopeless romantic with a heart of stone.
twisted and turned inside out.
i’ve got a gun through my lungs
and a knife through my ribs.
im a hopeless romantic with a heart of gold.
the top ten things that make me happy at this very moment
* pulling out my thick. warm, flea market blanket with a lion on the front, its the perfect combination of warm and cheesy.
* valerian root. its my bread and butter.
* surprise flowers. daisies really are the friendliest.
* long rainy days. (also; hearing the rain tapping on my window when its dark out)
* cracking my knuckles.
*...
just a post about me. thats, FINE! →
“while i can’t have you, i long for you. i am the kind of person who would miss a...”
– jeanette winterson (via hernameisjack)
get OUT of my head!