Me and My Big Dreams

May 30, 2012 1:45 am
"Maybe you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too."

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Ernest Hemingway (via invertededen)

(Source: blua, via invertededen)

1:37 am
"Some psychologists believe that people who have a tendency to procrastinate aren’t lazy at all, but are, in fact, perfectionists. The higher the expectations we put on ourselves, the more we’ll want to run away from them. The more we put things off until the last minute, the more paralyzed we become. The more paralyzed we become, the more discouraged we are from trying to do anything at all. The less we try to do anything at all, the more we have to do to catch up, which leads to more procrastination, which brings on more feelings of guilt and stress and anxiety."

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rookie (via leemajorscomeagain)

(via solitudinal)

May 29, 2012 4:39 pm

(Source: ekline, via a-wolf-among-wolves)

4:10 pm
"I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who are dead or hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can’t get things done."

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Henry Rollins (via monstersarereaaal)

(Source: elodieeye, via loveanddrevenge)

3:02 pm
First spoils of spring! Two patty pan squash and four purple jalapenos.

First spoils of spring! Two patty pan squash and four purple jalapenos.

May 28, 2012 2:15 am
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Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.

It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.

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Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via theglasschild)

(via angels-and-addicts)

May 27, 2012 12:15 am

Pablo Neruda, “Sonnet XVII”

sharingpoetry:

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

Translated by Mark Eisner

(submitted by hallowice169)

May 26, 2012 10:06 pm

Pure sweat

The air condition in my home is not working.  I spend all day and night sitting around in basketball shorts sweating.  This is the south, I am not sure how much longer I can make it through this summer.

9:41 pm
"A story has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead."

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The End of the Affair by Graham Greene (via famousfirstsentences)
4:37 am

Watching Drive…

I can’t get over the smooth style this movie has.