grapefruity and buttermellow


thehiddentrack:

still my favorite sticker graffiti ever.


6 jan 10 ttbha

ttbha = things to be happy about

post-it notes

piles of fallen leaves to jump into

snow!


5 jan 10 ttbha

ttbha = things to be happy about

applesauce

sharing a coke

peanut butter cookies


1-4 jan 10 ttbha

ttbha = things to be happy about

to make up for the past three days

1 jan

2009 is over

2010 is beginning

a baby was born into a loving home somewhere in the world

2 jan

i’m not hungover

red apples

hating the yankees

3 jan

banana pancakes

new music

red barns

4 jan

coffee

free samples

dancing


I like to remember everything. As it was. Because moments by themselves aren’t enough; they’re just like photographs. They move a little, they wave, but they aren’t everything. You can look back on a moment and say ‘In that moment I was happy’ or, more often than not, ‘In that moment I was uncomfortable’ or ‘In that moment I was sad’ or ‘In that moment we were all berks’ but you can look back on everything and you think, ‘That was good.’ Because when all the moments come together, when all the songs meet up with one another, you get something whole and complete and wonderful, people you loved and people you hated and a fondness for them you may not be able to recapture but everything you remember about them being somehow more than they really were, because that’s what remembering everything does.

– (via runawaytrain) Via More than just a pretty face;
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There were wolves lying the dark 
As she was raining sparks into the room like that 
She was dancing in a neon cave with a tilted smile and a lover’s laugh 
Embossed upon her in the darkness 
Like a light at the edge of night beside her 

And as the drugs get in their heads they growl and circle at the edge beside her 
There are wolves lying in the dark and so she rises up like a butterfly 
She’s still spinning in a scarlet dress and though the music stops and though the echoes die 
She carries unknown things inside her like old volumes they will never read without her 
And as the moves get in their heads they know that they don’t know something without her 

There were wolves 

There are wolves hiding in the woods and they can smell the blood on the summer air 
And they run beneath a million stars and in a million taxis and they’re going where 
They drink their beer from plastic glasses ‘til they find the words to make the first move 
And when the fear dissolves itself they find the means to execute the first move 

There were wolves

~The Accidental



You’re all someone will need, someday.

—Keithlee Spangler



Sometimes it’s enough to make it all better.

—Keithlee Spangler


Loneliness has this way of consuming you. It stings your throat like icy air as it descends to your gut; it sets fire to your memories, save those that can fuel the flames; it has this way of breaking your body like a marionette.

– Keithlee Spangler

It’s hard to love with all your heart. You feel this complete inability to be as you are, instead favoring being half yourself and half the other. It’s a blessing really, once you know you’re loved in return.

– Keithlee Spangler
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