how the heart bends, and summer she sends a sky that refuses to die
with weeds of the sea that wrap round our knees and a sun too hot to go down
you come around.
how the heart bends, and summer she sends a sky that refuses to die
with weeds of the sea that wrap round our knees and a sun too hot to go down
you come around.
better run, run, run to me
(Source: Spotify)
Which dancing Ken is the best Ken?
A)
B)
C)
There are no wrong answers.
Sunday, August 22, 2010:
Number of times I’ve woken up after
oversleeping and sprung out of bed like a ninja: 959
Number of broken bones: 3
Number of scars, physical: 4; emotional: 947
Number of funerals attended: 7
Number of friends, Facebook: 744, real: 9
Number of cavities filled: 0
Percentage of people I can stand in the world: 3.5
Number of times I’ve laughed so hard my sides would bruise: 2,972
Number of times I’ve wanted to bawl my eyes out: 320
Number of things I regret: 11
Number of things I know: 918,394
Monday, August 23, 2010:
Number of times I’ve woken up after oversleeping and sprung out
of bed like a ninja: 960
Number of broken bones: 3
Number of scars, physical: 4; emotional: 1,293
Number of funerals attended: 7
Number of friends, Facebook: 800, real: 7
Number of cavities filled: 0
Percentage of people I can stand in the world: 3.4
Number of times I’ve laughed so hard my sides would bruise: 2,973
Number of times I’ve wanted to bawl my eyes out: 321
Number of things I regret: 13
Number of things I know: 918,390
–
Living in Numbers
by Claire Lee
us
(Source: iwasjusttotallyclueless, via vegan-dweeb)
I don’t drink…only kombucha…and red wine.
– Tiny Furniture
how i feel while interacting with other account people
He’s really beautiful. When he’s standing in the trees like that and thinks nobody sees him. He’s like a stag. Which sounds silly but he is. The way the light shines on him. The way it bounces off his hair like spray from the sprinkler. And he doesn’t know it right then. Because he’s looking somewhere else. Maybe up at a bird. I was standing a few feet away and turned back because I heard him whistling when he thought I wasn’t listening. He wasn’t thinking of me. He was looking at a bird who was sitting in the tree and looking back at him. If his shirt was off he’d have been dappled golden in the sun coming through the leaves. He didn’t notice me watching him without his shirt on. He was standing in the forest and the sun was coming through the trees and covering him so he glowed. I knew he’d be warm if I walked up and touched him. And probably not mad. He’s like something in a movie or like a book we’d read in summer by the pool. He didn’t see me looking because he was so peaceful staring at the bird.
– Rocket Fantastic [excerpt]
by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
There’s nothing like things going badly when you leave.
– Mad Men
Now I understand. You want to feel shitty, right up until the point I take your dress off.
– Don Draper (via however-much-i-booze)
Mad Men is pretty wonderful so far.
