October 18, 2011
lookbothways:

My mom tears clippings out from the newspaper and sends them to me in the real mail. She decorates the envelopes with stickers sometimes and writes my name in huge swooping letters on the front of the envelope. I love when I see her handwriting peaking out from my stack of bills and junk mail. It’s the best. She saved this for me recently, and had a bet with my dad as to whether I would respond with an “awww” or “that’s cute.”  My exact reaction was “aww… that’s cute.”  You both win. I love you guys so much.

lookbothways:

My mom tears clippings out from the newspaper and sends them to me in the real mail. She decorates the envelopes with stickers sometimes and writes my name in huge swooping letters on the front of the envelope. I love when I see her handwriting peaking out from my stack of bills and junk mail. It’s the best. She saved this for me recently, and had a bet with my dad as to whether I would respond with an “awww” or “that’s cute.”  My exact reaction was “aww… that’s cute.”  You both win. I love you guys so much.

October 5, 2011
I don’t think that I’ve been in love as such,
Although I liked a few folk pretty well.
Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch,
For brave men died and empires rose and fell
For love: girls followed boys to foreign lands
And men have followed women into Hell.

In plays and poems someone understands
There’s something makes us more than blood and bone
And more than biological demands…
For me, love’s like the wind, unseen, unknown.
I see the trees are bending where it’s been,
I know that it leaves wreckage where it’s blown.
I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means.
I think it means ‘Don’t leave me here alone.’

Sonnet, Neil Gaiman (via neilgaiman)

I have to give a maid-of-honor speech. Maybe I’ll just use this…too much?

(Source: ricktimus, via lovebot)

Yet we are terrified that in the digital age, people are constantly distracted. That they’re shallower, lazier, more dazzled. If they are, then the text is not speaking clearly enough. We are not speaking clearly enough. Like over-stuffed attendees at a dull banquet, the mind wanders. We are terrified that people are dumbing down, and so we provide them with ever dumber entertainment. We sell them ever greater distractions, hoping to dazzle them further.
September 24, 2011
September 21, 2011
My sister sent this to me today. Long live polka dots.

My sister sent this to me today. Long live polka dots.

Well fuck, now I know the ending.

Well fuck, now I know the ending.

(via juliasegal)

Who needs more rich kids, anyway.

Who needs more rich kids, anyway.

September 20, 2011
thedailywhat:

Nostalgia Overload of the Day: Every Thing On It, a collection of never-before-published poems and drawings by the late, great Shel “Uncle Shelby” Silverstein, was released today via HarperCollins.
The book includes 145 poems, including the bittersweet “Years From Now,” which reads: “Although I cannot see your face / As you flip these poems awhile / Somewhere from some far-off place / I hear you laughing—and I smile.”
[nprfreshair.]

thedailywhat:

Nostalgia Overload of the Day: Every Thing On It, a collection of never-before-published poems and drawings by the late, great Shel “Uncle Shelby” Silverstein, was released today via HarperCollins.

The book includes 145 poems, including the bittersweet “Years From Now,” which reads: “Although I cannot see your face / As you flip these poems awhile / Somewhere from some far-off place / I hear you laughing—and I smile.”

[nprfreshair.]

(via seauld)

September 4, 2011
Quinny and I hiked a mountain today. (Taken with Instagram at Columbia Mountain )

Quinny and I hiked a mountain today. (Taken with Instagram at Columbia Mountain )