January 2011
December 2010
There has got to be something I should be doing...
Dads first text
Me: Hi dad!
Dad: Hi me
Dad: come pick us up were drunk on the floor help
Guys, I think I'm getting cabin fever.
Symptoms include restlessness, irritability, irrational frustration with everyday objects, forgetfulness, laughter, excessive sleeping, distrust of anyone they are with, and an urge to go outside even in the rain, snow or dark.
raggle--fraggle asked: We must get together soon, I swear. And I see. I'm kinda bored, too. And go find some noms, then. lol.
When you didn't notice tumblr changed its log-in...
Heart Problems
Mom: 3>
Mom: damn. that didn’t work.
Mom: how do you get the three to turn around
Airplane Mode
Mom: How do I turn my phone off?
Me: Hold the red power button down. It’s usually the end call button
Mom: I don’t understand. I am getting on a plane. I don’t want to cause a plane crash.
Mom: Hi this is Steve, your mom wanted to let you know she found help turning off her phone, she’ll talk to you in 14 hours. Love you! (this is mom)
If I were to be left alone for a month, I swear I...
“Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.”
– Mark Twain (via kari-shma) (via quote-book) (via thom-yorke, kari-shma)
“Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.”
– Mark Twain (via kari-shma) (via quote-book) (via thom-yorke, kari-shma)
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From the summer
I’m lying beneath the sky right now. This is the same sky that has stretched above this world, ever-changing, for so many years. It’s been there for millennia before there was even a single creature to gaze up in awe at this wondrous expanse. And here I am with my back pressed against the solid earth, the whole weight of the heavens on my chest. I can feel my heart flutter like that of...
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I feel like my mind is stuck in that moment right...
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Autumn is over the long leaves that love us,And over the mice in the barley sheaves;Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves. The hour of the waning of love has beset us,And weary and worn are our sad souls now;Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us,With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow
