January 2012
December 2011
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confession of 2011
it’s surprising, how the littler things took me so far. how the quiet(er) boy of the group with crazy hair turned out to be someone magnificently wonderful and important; how one of the girls i smiled too excitedly at during rush week became my beloved smalls; how an email that said ‘i’m from england and 21’ brought me a lovely lovely housemate. it has not been an easy...
“There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the...”
– Louis L’Amour (via vashti)
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“The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, nor to...”
– Buddha (via blua)
“Not everybody leaves. Some stay. Some are worth the poems, and the pain and the...”
– Joshua Bennett via poeticartillery (via petitpoulailler)
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“The roots of true achievement lie in the will to become the best that you can...”
– Harold Taylor (via kari-shma)
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five am. been up since two. massive fever. haven’t even noticed the time go by. going to continue watching doctor who clips and drafting sorority emails. finally checked my grades, two A’s so far. maybe life isn’t so bad. insomnia is fairly useful.
i am only posting christmas things.
perfumes and lotions, owl earrings and necklace, a makeover at MAC, a membership at barnes, a sock monkey blanket and passport paperwork are some of the lovely things my family gave me this year. it was a blessed christmas, as i watch my family grow closer and crazier each year.
i’m thankful for so many things, but feel a sense of perspective rolling in,...
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i love christmas.
i love streets of lights, i love my mother’s favorite christmas music. i love the block parties with my lovely neighbors and evening gatherings with good friends. i love too much good food and cold days. i love hot chocolate and tea and the sense that everyone wants me to eat sleep and give me gifts. i love decorating the tree and the smell of pine, and the look of...
“The way you relate to others reveals the way you relate to yourself.”
– The Secret Letters of The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari by Robin Sharma (via kari-shma)
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memories tie to movements as i feel myself slipping back as i’m rushing forward. there’s planes to catch and books to return, but i’ve got eggs and tomatoes and christmas gifts that need wrapping and packing. i’m headed to the slow lane after a semester in one moving much faster than i planned. and suddenly it’s over again. tomorrow is beta alpha delta’s...
“Life itself is a journey after all, and what matters most is not what you are...”
– The Secret Letters of The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari by Robin Sharma (via kari-shma)
