“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”—Neil Gaiman [via] (via bunch, ifoundyourdiary)
Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away… and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast…. be happy about your growth, in which of course you can’t take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be c…onfident and calm in front of them and don’t torment them with your doubts and don’t frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn’t be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn’t necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you see them, love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust. — Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
When you lose something like a golden diamond ring.
I didn’t drink way too much beer last night and talked to my Ex on the phone, because I am way cooler than that.Duh.
all I can say is this year is already starting to end better than the last four months of my life, which is RADICAl. Also collin turn 21 so we are going to his birthday bash tonight, which will be cool.
* Note to self leave your phone at home, also facebook, photomemories is a cruel cruel thing at 4:30 am when you are drunk. I don’t fucking need photo memories to remind about male/s I have tiny bits of history with.
I am going to make the best smoothie and do laundry.
“Look, other bands, they want to make it about sex or pain, but you know, The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? “I Want to Hold Your Hand.” The first single. It’s effing brilliant, right?… That’s what everybody wants, Nicky. They don’t want a twenty-four-hour hump sesh, they don’t want to be married to you for a hundred years. They just want to hold your hand.”—
Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. (via: holdyoutouchyoufeelyou)
I miss my friend Julian and I wish he could come visit me…it made me happy when I got a postcard from France. Glad he finally got to leave the US of A with his girl.
I wish he could come visit with Kevin and we could all go swimming in the ocean right across the street from my house and drink 40z like we did when Isaac came and we all ran in at once . And it wouldn’t be weird because we’ve been friends for a while now.. People are so starved..does that make any sense? Maybe not.
Today was kind of nice…some random person talked to me on the bus and I felt tired and kinda frumpy looking. But that isn’t why it was nice. It was nice because I was laughing with stranger, and I certainly had forgotten that I can be fun, that I can make a perfect stranger laugh..to add to the comedy of it all: in the process of trying to get my number the bus drove of with his bike and we just stood there laughing and laughing and he has ten roommates so there lie ten possible new friend prospects…it’s definitely easier to make acquaintances.
A - Available: yes/no B - Best Friend: Z D - Dad’s Name: ? E - Easiest Person To Talk To: great friend F - Favorite Food: Asian G - Gummy Bears Or Worms: both H - Hometown: Oceano, CA I - Instrument:flute, thanks grandma J - Job: on the hunt again : ( K - Kids: hahaha L - longest Car Ride: Longest bus ride from Lima to Arequipa last summer in Peru was 24 hours M - Milk Flavor: Vanilla soy
N - Number Of Siblings: 5 two by blood O - One Wish: take back last three months Q - Favorite Quote: “Well behaved women seldom make history R - Reason To Smile: All kinds, just breath S - Song You Last Heard: sasong T - Time You Woke Up: eight U - Unknown Fact About Me: Some times I really like System of a Down and taking back sunday and shania twain’s I feel like a woman V - Vegetable: mushrooms TOMATOES W - Worst Habits: people, procrastination X - Xray you’ve had: x2 Y - YOYOS: walk the dog
“Why do we give up our sacred space so easily? Because space is scary. During these temporary voids of distraction, our minds return to the uncertainty and fears that plague all of us. To escape this chasm of self-doubt and unanswered questions, you tune into all of the activity and data for reassurance.
We thrive on friendship, family, and the constant affirmation of our existence and relevance. Our self-esteem is largely a product of our interactions with others. It is now possible to always feel loved and cared for, thanks to the efficiency of our “comment walls” on Facebook and seamless connection with everyone we’ve ever known. Your confidence and self-esteem can quickly be reassured by checking your number of “followers” on Twitter or the number of “likes” garnered by your photographs and blog posts. The traction you are getting in your projects, or with your business, can now be measured and reported in real time.
Our insatiable need to tune into information – at the expense of savoring our downtime – is a form of “work” (something I call “insecurity work”) that we do to reassure ourselves. ”—Is Downtime Extinct? Interesting, and extremely relevant in recent discussions. (via quinnianniciello)