6 jan 10 ttbha
ttbha = things to be happy about
post-it notes
piles of fallen leaves to jump into
snow!
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;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
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 SpanglerIt’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

