February 2009
7 posts
“In spite of all her prudence, accidents will happen: wine is spilled on her...”
– De Beauvoir
Seriously, what are you waiting for?
At some point, it’s like - Tell me what on earth you are waiting for? I want to scream it legitimately, without manipulation, without trying to score any points. I want an answer. Do you think there’s a chance that we might be temporary, might still wander off on our separate ways? Because you say that’s an impossibility. You say Forever but your actions add this tiny, italic probably.
I...
Friends
It was great to see him. I’d forgotten how funny he was. Or how much I like talking to him. It was kind of weird too. I managed to stay out of my head for the duration, which all but subtracted the small amount of apprehension I’d been feeling. Why? I don’t know really. A small part of me was jealous when our waitress flirted with him. Or maybe because I found myself...
Help a sister out! ;)
Hi girlies,
I’ve entered a tattoo contest sponsored by one of Philly’s radio stations and I would lovelovelove your help via a vote!! You can do this by visiting radio1045.com beginning at 9 p.m. tonight. This contest is all about music! My tattoo is in lyrics group 2 - #15 (Anne-Marie D.). You can read a little blurb about my tattoo when you go to vote, and there’s something in...
Open Your Eyes.
Every minute from this minute now
We can do what we like anywhere
I want so much to open your eyes
‘Cause I need you to look into mine
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
All this feels strange and untrue
And I won’t waste a minute without you
-Snow Patrol.
via ellenclare.
“Wouldn’t it be the best damn day if we all took time to breathe?”
– O.A.R. - Risen