delicious ambiguity…
my read shelf:
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Wednesday nights are becoming my favorite night of the week.
What comes after drunk? THAT
He didn’t know whether to give me a tic tac or toilet paper.
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Somebody That I Used to Know - Walk off the Earth (Gotye - Cover)
HOLY SHIT.
This is the best thing I have ever seen on the internet.
Second that emotion.
I blame Jusky for first ever allowing this awesomeness into my life.Damn good stuff right there.
And I’m totally calling the guy on the right. I CALLED HIM FIRST!!
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I am not crying. The sun is totally in my eyes.
Enough already with the sad songs! Upcoming playlist to feature Trina, T.I., and Young Jeezy.
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She was singing along with Ray LaMontagne.
He was leaning over her, staring into her eyes. He always did that..stared into her eyes. She usually just stared back.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
*whisper* “getting lost”
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I am just going to put.this.right.here
…because I only need it about once every 5 months and I CAN NEVER FUCKING REMEMBER IT OR FUCKING FIND IT WHEN I NEED IT and I end up beating my head against the sharp corner of my filing cabinet that HOLDS TONS OF SHIT JUST LIKE THIS THAT I CAN NEVER FIND trying to remember where i put this last time i wrote it down and trying to remember WHAT IT IS I AM SUPPOSED TO BE DOING.
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Ahhhh…2011…you totally tried to fuck me on your way out…but i’m good. i’m good.
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you won’t believe me when i tell you this is a very good book. you won’t believe me because i have been reading it since june. JUNE, PEOPLE! i’m at 93%.
oh yeah, i’ve joined a book challenge and have committed to 40 books this year.
overshoot much? jesus.
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Audio post reblogged from jusky
Gotye feat. Kimbra- Somebody That I Used To Know
Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still rememberHELP.ME. i can’t get this song off repeat.
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Quote reblogged from UnoriginalBut the actual touch of her lingered, inside his heart. That remained. In all the years of his life ahead, the long years without her, with never seeing her or hearing from her or knowing anything about her, if she was alive or happy or dead or what, that touch stayed locked within him, sealed in himself, and never went away. That one touch of her hand.
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I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you
first come ‘round the corner.Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
“more”Rumi
