I am going to live as happily as I’ve dreamed, for as long as my body is able. And I will know that my spirit is stronger than that body. And I won’t let anyone make me fee like l am less than I am. I don’t believe in failure. I was not taught that way. Dragon Year, my year.
Courage does not always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of...– Mary Ann Radmacher (via forloveofminnie)
[In silent farewell, he saluted the men he had known, whether they had hindered...– Arthur C. Clarke, from Childhood’s End (thanks, maybenotamuggle)
Me: What am I going to do on Valentine's Day? I hate it already.
Rebecca: You're going to eat chocolate and have fun.
Rebecca: And by chocolate...(sings) I mean a black man.
I secretly hate Scrabble, for the simple reason that anyone hates Scrabble,...– David Samuels, Underachievers Please Try Harder (via fernandofrench)
Years ago, my friend and old roommate broke up with her long term boyfriend and first love. After a Christmas break spent with her family, she came over to my apartment after she flew back. Sitting in my kitchen, watching me make dinner, she said: “Do you know what the saddest part of coming home is? Knowing there’s no one waiting to kiss you hello.” A year later, I broke...
Be ignited, or be gone.– Mary Oliver, from “What I Have Learned So Far” (via the-final-sentence)
I require my life to be consumed by Skyrim. I’ve killed 2 dragons, learned 4 Shouts, and am currently making my way through a fire dungeon to steal the horn of some dude. And man do I have some things to barter. Also, am a master thief. Thank Mara I can’t take this home with me. ….. Don’t judge me.
A year ago, my parents bought a new foreclosed house in Alabama, where I am currently visiting for Christmas. In that year, much has changed. Observe: My room, already messy after only one night. It is filled with nothing but pictures of me in my most awkward adolescent years. My sister’s room, currently in said awkward adolescent stage. My sister’s office/playroom/something...
So tired. No more running back and forth. But flying today. As always, I love you. Hope I make it.
What I know is all I know until there is time to create more.
Just saw an okcupid profile which listed “important characteristics about me” at the beginning. 1. I’m an excellent marksman. Well. Consider me reassured that when you shoot me, your aim will be true.
Sometimes, you can’t just rely on your own strength when the future seems so inevitably bleak. It has to be enough to walk out and enjoy the sunlight on your face and the sweet anticipation of seeing a well-loved friend.
[Your breath moved tenderly over my face.] And, spread across solemn distances,...– Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Vast Night”, trans. Stephen Mitchell (via the-final-sentence)