Defying Gravity...

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Tue, 15 Dec 2009 08:14:17 -0700

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I’ve suddenly had an old feeling of hate restored tonight....

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 03:21:34 -0700

I’ve suddenly had an old feeling of hate restored tonight. :(

magicconch:

home is where the heat is.

It wil be 5 months since our first night. 138 days since you became mine. And I’ve been in...

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 02:10:00 -0700

It wil be 5 months since our first night. 138 days since you became mine.

And I’ve been in your arms for only 23 of those days.

Nothing short of a breakdown at the moment. Goodnight.

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Mon, 14 Dec 2009 00:29:50 -0700

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Sun, 13 Dec 2009 21:57:09 -0700

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"Each morning, each night, each day we think how all that we have is ours to keep. A smile from you..."

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 17:20:09 -0700

“Each morning, each night, each day we think
how all that we have is ours to keep.
A smile from you can change a life
but cries from another can drown that shine.
Onward you go to wipe the eyes
of a beautiful girl, too scared to fly.
Endless water draining down her face
for her heartbeat is now not a steady pace.
The one she loves has vanished so fast
she doesn’t even want her life to last.
Convinced by her tears, she cannot see
that she can be better; just believe.
Each morning, each night, each day she thinks
how all that she has is hers to keep.
Her newly formed smile can change a life
of another cry, drowning her shine.”

- Jamie Wolff (via jamiedeee)

gleeks: howimetsarah: (via fuckyeahamazing)

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 00:37:27 -0700

gleeks:

howimetsarah:

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Fri, 11 Dec 2009 20:46:48 -0700

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This is my sister’s future child. His name will be...

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 16:46:00 -0700

This is my sister’s future child. His name will be Bruce.

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Ladies and gentlemen of the class of ‘97: Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip...

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 01:34:25 -0700

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of ‘97:

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.