Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance...– Khalil Gibran (The Prophet)
We’d start slow, the way we always did, because the run, and the game, could go...– Sarah Dessen (via atomos)
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand. So close that your eyes close as...– Pablo Neruda
All I ask is one thing, and I’m asking this particularly of young people: please...– Conan O’Brien (via quote-book)
I really don't care for wearing pants.
I like clothes!
Really. I do. I just don’t have any money to buy them. If I did, I could easily be a shopaholic. True story.
I'm on the edge of glory.
Go blow a goat– The Eloquent Lady that is Tanya
When the situation is shitty, you have to do something about it. Getting over it...
Today I think I shall go to the Friendly Used Bookstore. Because even though my “To Read” list is too long, you can still find some gems there. It might take me years to read whatever books I buy there, but they’ll get my full attention eventually.
In a terribly foul mood.
My Nana to her chemotherapy treatment today.
I love doing laundry.
My best friend
And half of my theatre babies are graduating today. Iwillnotcry. Iwillnotcry. Iwillnotcry.
Even though my dog loves my sister dearly, she would always rather cuddle with me. And that makes me happy. :)
If I say anything too ooey gooey blame it on the rapture– Him to me (via judeajackson)
(Me explaining the need-to-knows of the zombie apocalypse to my little sister)
Me: Jesus was a zombie! He died, and then suddenly he's not dead anymore. Undead. Undead-Zombie Jesus.
Alex: Haha! I've never thought of that before.
Me: It's true. And do you know where the safest place during the zombie apocalypse is?
Me: The South. Why? Cause it's spacious, a close sense of community and team work, we're inventive, and everybody hunts anyway. The North is too crowded; everybody's packed in like mosquitoes...what? No. That's so not the word I'm looking for. Eggs? Is that better? Eggs are close.
Me: Sardines! Yes, sardines! Anyway, they're packed like sardines up there. 1 out of every 3 people will be infected. And if you stand less than a foot away from people all day long, somebody can just lean over and bite you. Then, boom, you're suddenly that 1 out of 3. You're suddenly a statistic.
I love my theatre babies!
Visiting them makes my heart so happy.