Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.” —J.R.R. Tolkien (via homecoming) (via hunnybee)
Some dude I met last night. I don’t remember his name. (via bhard)
haha I believe the direct quote was, “No, it’s not. It’s fucking cotton. The only thing that is gay is guys having sex.”
uuuuugh I need to lose 10 pounds and get a haircut
This is Jonna, one of the cast members on The Real World: Cancun. True story, we went to Valley Christian High School together. After her constant spamming on facebook about the show premier tonight I felt like a had to check it out.
Should be an interesting** season, I can’t wait to hear what the homies have to say about it.
**And by interesting I mean I can’t wait to see how bad she fucks up.
How dare you criticize this innocent girl, Bryan. She has a promise piercing.
Well they’re already broken up. Damn, getting that promise piercing removed must’ve hurt.
Wow. Thanks for the spoiler. Now what the fuck am I gonna do with my summer
I remember one morning when Zach and I woke up, holding hands, and I had been sleeping with my head on his chest. That was the most genuine touch anyone has ever given me. It is so much easier to fall in love than to fall out of it
The young composer, working that summer at an artist’s colony, had watched her for a week. She was Japanese, a painter, almost sixty, and he thought he was in love with her. He loved her work, and her work was like the way she moved her body, used her hands, looked at him directly when she made amused or considered answers to his questions. One night, walking back from a concert, they came to her door and she turned to him and said, “I think you would like to have me. I would like that too, but I must tell you I have had a double mastectomy,” and when he didn’t understand, “I’ve lost both my breasts.” the radiance that he had carried around in his belly and chest cavity—like music—withered, very quickly, and he made himself look at her when he said, “I’m sorry. I don’t think I could.” He walked back to his own cabin through the pines, and in the morning he found a small blue bowl on the porch outside his door. It looked to be full of rose petals, but he found when he picked it up that the rose petals were on top; the rest of the bowl—she must have swept them from the corners of her studio—was full of dead bees.
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(and here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
Samantha Jones, Sex and the City.
Shit like this is why I need to turn off half of my brain before I ever watch this show. It sucks on TBS because they cut out all the raunchy sex bits and then you’re forced to listen to this bullshit dialogue. I hope nobody actually aspires to be this way….