And I hate going to bed feeling like this especially for the second night in a row, when I know the only thing that will make me feel better is the one thing that isn’t gonna happen
when did i become the kind of person who just sits around and waits? who’s so stubborn that she’ll probably continue to wait for something that more than likely will never surface. i’m slowly but surely going hysterical. and it’s all my doing, or rather, my undoing.
there are countless people who come into our lives… some leave behind greater marks than others. they are the ones who stay forever etched in our hearts. the ones we think about late at night as we’re falling asleep. we lay there thinking of the times we shared together and once in a while we’re surprised to uncover a memory of them we thought was nearly lost. those are the times we treasure the powers of friendship and love, the times we wonder if, wherever they are, they still remember us and we hope they remember the same moments that we remember.
but then there are those who barely make a dent in our lives. they come and go just like tidal waves crashing against a rocky coastline. except unlike waves, they don’t always come back to us. these are the people we wish we got to know better, the ones we could’ve made memories with.. sometimes we wonder why that didn’t happen and we realize it’s because one of us or one of them simply didn’t care enough to try. in the end, these are the people who merely meld into the background of our lives and any memory of them is one of disinterest or perhaps regret.
day in and day out we encounter a number of people who have the ability to leave a lasting impression on us. but more often than not, the bonds of camaraderie are broken, and someone you meet today won’t remember your name tomorrow. even the ones who manage to leave behind a permanent stake in our lives might not remember the same things and emotions that we recall late at night as we try to fall asleep…
and whether they do or don’t doesn’t really matter in the end. all that matters is being able to pick up the pieces and move on.
this picture makes me really happy. it’s not just the soft blanket of rooftop snow or how the yellow glow of lights is keeping this small neighborhood alive and warm. these are nice things. they’re the first things you notice about this picture and it certainly makes you feel happy inside. but there’s something else.. it’s the unevenly-tiered homes paving the shape of the road, creating an “S” like a meandering river. it’s the absence of a gridded village, where cell A is occupied by buildings D thru H (too much politics goes on there). it’s the overcast and light mist creating a spectrum of gray amongst the trees and the sky; the unlit rooms and the thoughts about where their occupants could possibly be if not cozying up by the fireplace and drinking hot cider.. so really, it’s the asymmetry of this place that gets me. isn’t it beautiful how imperfections can make you feel so much better than could any untouched field of snow?
Watch how Homer pees
missing cory :(
BEST FRIENDS WEAR EACH OTHER ON THEIR FEET.
imagine what the world would be like if there were more singing
last night i found out one of my friends went to a thrift shop a couple weeks ago and ran into this guy who he didn’t know. for some reason or another, my friend decided to spark up a conversation with him. they got to talking and after a bit, the stranger told him about a show he was having that night and asked my friend if he wanted to be put on the list to get in. “yeah, that’d be sweet,” he said.
that night, he was introduced to the best musician of the decade.