Odi et Amo

"Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for..."

Fri, 24 May 2013 14:02:20 -0400

“Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.”

- Evelyn Waugh (via nsnklv)

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Fri, 24 May 2013 14:00:00 -0400

I am actually in disbelief that I didn’t get the job at UO. Brb killing myself.

Fri, 24 May 2013 13:58:44 -0400

I am actually in disbelief that I didn’t get the job at UO. Brb killing myself.

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Fri, 24 May 2013 13:46:06 -0400

"I loved her more than she loved me, that was the problem. A basic imbalance. Relationships like that..."

Fri, 24 May 2013 13:45:47 -0400

“I loved her more than she loved me, that was the problem. A basic imbalance. Relationships like that never last, however hard you try.”

- Lisa Jewell, Vince and Joy (via simply-quotes)

"A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts. So he loses touch with..."

Fri, 24 May 2013 13:45:02 -0400

“A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts. So he loses touch with reality, and lives in a world of illusion.”

- Alan Watts (via ahji-e)

You're a comfortable kind of quiet

Thu, 23 May 2013 19:47:00 -0400

All the days are bleeding together; when I’m with you, when I’m not with you… the only difference is how slowly or quickly the time goes by. I still feel pangs of my inherent loneliness but they’ve become a rarity. Your familiar smell and touch, the brush of your chin hair on my cheek and forehead, my reminiscing keeps me close to you, without your actual presence. Some thoughts I even think in your voice. The moments we spend in silence are some of the best, not because I don’t absolutely adore the way you speak and how your lips twitch and turn when you’re thinking about what you just said, but because it’s a comfortable kind of quiet. I appreciate and am actually rather fond of the fact that you aren’t very loquacious. That gives me more time to just remember your features; every lower eyelash, every crater and dip in your iris, how your pupils dilate, the scar on your right brow bone, the white hairs sneakily infiltrating your mustache.

I’ve noticed I’ve been eating very little the past few days or so. I don’t know...

Thu, 23 May 2013 19:21:32 -0400

I’ve noticed I’ve been eating very little the past few days or so. I don’t know where my hunger has gone.

"Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes,..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 18:40:49 -0400

““Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.””

- Vladimir Nabokov (via rabbitinthemoon)

"Find me now. Before someone else does."

Thu, 23 May 2013 18:40:25 -0400

“Find me now. Before someone else does.”

- Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via jongy)

Bad Girls Club defining "ratchet"

Thu, 23 May 2013 18:30:00 -0400

Nicole: What is ratchet? 'Cause like I know I say it, and it means like triflin' or something, but what's ratchet?
Paula: Like when you ratchet, you real real like BEYOND ghetto and hood. You just ratchet.
Nicole: Oh like you're not a human being. Like an alien.
Paula: Yeah like ratchet. A savage.

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Thu, 23 May 2013 14:42:30 -0400

"There will be pain but life goes on, with every day’s a brand new song."

Thu, 23 May 2013 14:42:00 -0400

“There will be pain but life goes on, with every day’s a brand new song.”

- (via jeddkristjan)

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Thu, 23 May 2013 14:31:57 -0400

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Thu, 23 May 2013 14:31:07 -0400

Good mood. Good brew. Good tunes.

"I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life."

Thu, 23 May 2013 00:16:11 -0400

“I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.”

- Virgina Woolf (via solunars)

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Wed, 22 May 2013 23:02:34 -0400

dreamongood: He sat on the small table in front of the café where they once frequented when they...

Wed, 22 May 2013 23:00:35 -0400

dreamongood:

He sat on the small table in front of the café where they once frequented when they were young and naive and alive. And it was the table that was always theirs for the taking as if they owned it, but it was only because of luck. He gazed off into the street where people walked by, hoping to find a familiar face that even if he found it he wouldn’t have been able to recognize it fully. It’s been five years since he had anything from the café and it’s been five years since they sat across from each other and shared intimacy on that one table. The waiters were now different and the owner’s son took over and nothing was the same, other than the place itself with minor changes here and there. But the weather always managed to be pleasant and warm, he thought. He sat there with his book closed and nothing ordered as he was waiting. He was waiting, but he didn’t know exactly what for. And as his eyes were lost into the street, that was when a lady asked him if he was whom he was and he looked up. It was her. He immediately got up and asked if it was truly her. Yes, she said and smiled. A smile that brought back memories and managed to bring a smile to his own face. He stood there and observed her dreamily; as if he uncovered something wonderful that shouldn’t have been revealed. He then gave her a hug and couldn’t help but feel a certain feeling in his stomach—whether it was what he once felt or plain old nervousness; or even a combination of the both, he wasn’t sure at all. They sat down and talked for hours. And of course, over cups of coffee and sweets that were freshly made and served only during the hours they happened to be there. The sky that was once blue started to wash itself with a shade of navy and purple and soon clashed all together until it was pure darkness. The street lamps illuminated the area and candles were lit on the tables. He began to feel even more warmth. She smiled like mad, as if she simply discovered how to this very morning and couldn’t help herself but to do it. He didn’t mind. It was contagious and made him feel good. She would lay her uncommonly soft hands on his hands and tilt her head to the side and listen to his stories. And when it was her turn, her eyes lit up and she went off as though the night was to stay forever. If only it could, he thought. But nothing is forever and the café was beginning to clean up and took away their empty cups for the third or fourth time. That was when he asked her to stay with him for the night so they could talk about everything and feel new things and reminisce about the old. He wanted to fill in what had been missing all this time, and he knew she felt the same. “Stay, please,” he told her. “I want to but I can’t,” she said, “I’m in love now.”

salliebestul: Its a foodography type of day. So, heres some of...

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:53:32 -0400

salliebestul:

Its a foodography type of day. So, heres some of my best from the past few months. These were all taken at various restaurants here around Madison. They were all on a whim, I-happen-to-have-my-camera-so-why-not type of shots. Therefor, they’re not my best work— but honestly you can’t deny that they look pretty delicious. The photos from this weekend’s birthday party turned out pretty well, but unfortunately I can’t post them on here because they’re pretty much all of the kids and I haven’t the permission to put them on the internet.

Anyways, have a wonderful week(:

"A world in which there are monsters, and ghosts, and things that want to steal your heart is a world..."

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:52:49 -0400

“A world in which there are monsters, and ghosts, and things that want to steal your heart is a world in which there are angels, and dreams and a world in which there is hope.””

- Neil Gaiman (via kyrgios)