September122014

Isn’t It Funny?

How when you are reading, whether it be a short-story or a novel, or even an article in a newspaper or magazine, how the subject matter can trigger rarely-before-thought-of memories? I’m reading The Ocean At The End Of The Lane by Neil Gaimon, and the story is shaking free a boatload of memories that I have not given thought to in decades. I have the overwhelming urge to sit down with pen and paper and write these memories done for posterity, but I doubt anyone besides myself and maybe my family members would want to read the story. Oh well, it might be nice to get it out of my head, even if no one else reads it.

August122014
yuresut:

Rip Robin Williams

yuresut:

Rip Robin Williams

August22014
“Too many women waste their lives grieving because they do not have something other people tell them they should want. Whether you are happy or not depends to some degree upon outward circumstances, but mostly it depends how you choose to look at things yourself, whether you measure what you have or what you have not.” Anne Perry (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

(via queenofthegeese)

12AM

danhacker:

Pieces From Joey Spiotto’s ‘Storytime: A Little Gallery Show’

From Joey Spiotto’s album cover pieces to his Little Golden Book inspired works, he’s creating some of the most fun pop-culture sintered art being made. The Storytime: A Little Gallery Show opens from  August 1 at Gallery 1988 in Los Angeles CA.

(Source: slashfilm.com, via nullifiedknight)

12AM

Do you have someone (or maybe more than one someone) in your life, whenever you hear them say, “I love you”, you want to gag, because you know they’re lying through their teeth, and only saying it because they are supposed to? Whether it’s a relative or a friend, or maybe even a coworker, that part really doesn’t matter; it’s that you just know, somewhere deep inside (and in some cases, you don’t have to go very deep) that they are full of it and are only saying “I love you” to appease whatever god or conscience to whom they feel obligated. Why do people do that? Why do we have to lie to each other to make ourselves feel good? Does it make you feel good, knowing that even as you say the words, what you’re really thinking (and more importantly, feeling) is that you really can’t stand the person?
Or is it just me?

July312014

When we are young, our birthday is a day of wonder, excitement, and joyousness, if we are lucky enough to be born into a family that loves the fact that we are alive. When we get older, the day becomes just another day, an unnecessary, unwelcome reminder that you are growing older. I’m turning 39 as of tomorrow evening, around 8:50pmish. I am surprisingly ambivalent about this event. Should I be excited? Should I be saddened by the large number? Should I be ecstatic that I’ve actually made it this far? I really don’t know; all I really do know, is that I’m just kinda meh about the whole damn thing.

July172014

I’ve recently realized how much of my life has been lived sitting down, and how incredibly sad that makes me. As I inch closer to my next birthday, I’ve started focusing on the things I want to do with the rest of my life. One of those things is most definitely NOT sitting down.

June242014

Travel-size toiletry or first aid kit. :) I’m not completely happy with the edging, but I am learning. :)

March212014

Polar bear cub climbing his mother [x]

(Source: alxbngala, via spyke6x)

March162014
theyatemytaylor:

WHAT IS THE CUTEST PART OF THIS GIF I DON’T ACTUALLY KNOW

theyatemytaylor:

WHAT IS THE CUTEST PART OF THIS GIF I DON’T ACTUALLY KNOW

(Source: loki-in-furs, via newdisaster)

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