Hanging out with my mom in my pj’s is going to be the greatest thing I’ve ever done in a time span of five years. I think I’m incredibly genuine about that statement. If I wasn’t I don’t think I’d be thinking right. Then again, I’m never thinking right.
Okay Quiznos with the mama. This will be cute. I’ve been craving their bread bowl soup concoction for a week now.
in a matter of time you slip off my mind in a matter of time you slip off my mind in a matter of time you slip off my mind in a matter of time you slip off my mind in a matter of time you slip off my mind
“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.”
Love is one kind of abstraction. And then there are those nights when I sleep alone, when I curl into a pillow that isn’t you, when I hear the tiptoe sounds that aren’t yours. It’s not as if I can conjure you there completely. I must embrace the idea of you instead.”—David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary (via fleurishes)
I had a thought today while in the car ride home. My friend almost ran over a cat that was pregnant so then I said “That cat is such a slut.” Then my friend replied saying “Yeah, it takes two to make a child.” and then I said, “Well unless the cat is an alien and it made itself pregnant.” So then I had these thoughts:
What if that cat was making itself. The cat somehow knew it was about to die and it was just reincarnating itself into another cat, without any help from another male cat. It just made itself. Then I thought, what if that cat that had made itself was just every other cat with the same feelings. Sort of like all cats are of the same cat, but there is a lot of them. Sort of like duplicates. Then I thought…what if every single animal is the same; it’s the same person inside of all of these different animals and that human/animal/extraterrestrial or whatever is never going to die until all animals are fully extinct.
“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.”
— Gabriel Garcia MarquezLove in the time of Cholera
I want to ride my bicycle so badly. Its cute little self just stares at me as I walk by it everyday. His pretty little turquoise complexion. I feel bad that I’m just letting my baby rot in this home. The weather needs to get hotter, and I need to stop being so damn lazy.
I miss those nice warm days I had with my bicycle.
“If possible we meet again sometime and I’ll tell you about the gypsy shrouds, pull out the crystal meaning balls, and show you the secrets of the magic saints and the radiant perfumed hands of the Tathagatas that may one day be laid in a wheel shimmering upon your awakened brow, if I have anything to do with it before I lost myself in the recognition that I have no self, no ego, and therefore can no longer act as “I”