The French Kiss
was a kiss of grace, not a graceful kiss. It started with impatience and yelling and angry words. There were contorted faces and twisted minds. She was going crazy. And then God gave it to her— the kiss of grace that she didn’t deserve and crazily enough she got what she wanted. Although she didn’t earn it at all and kicked and screamed the whole way. She was a sinner and God...
A new month? Already? A refreshing new start, hopefully.
note: These may not be entertaining to read. The musician incurred a bad performance because he didn’t practice enough. When she finally started talking, she discovered her latent sense of humor. Banks vaults are very much to be impervious to rubber bullets and amateur robbers. Books occasion readers to think, or at the very least, read. All of those cheesy lines in Full House hide a...
Grace: How do you love? (she was not referring to the romantic sense)
Merry: Well, it's a bit like. It's hard to explain, but it's like... what's it called, putting others' interests before your own interests.
In the end, the best place to be is home. The place that one always compares places to. The one place that nowhere else is like, where the people are familiar and everything seems just right. The place where you think of when you’re far, and so many things you see brings about memories of home and you know, the nostalgic stuff. “There’s no place like home.”
Life hurts sometimes, that’s just the way it is.– Diana
Capturing light. Literally or figuratively, your choice. I found an amazing way to capture light last night. And when I thought about it, I didn’t want to share it with anyone else. But it’s not mine— the method is not mine. People have found it before, undoubtedly posterity will too. Isn’t it better to share what is good, than hoard it? Because we all need something to...
it is a sad thing
to wish to be deaf for a moment just so I can’t hear a person for that moment because someday I won’t be able share moments with that person anymore.
I witnessed the brutality of words today. It was a pain to witness the whole thing; the process of saying the cruel words and then the affect of seeing the receiver verbally slapped quiet. Words cut so deep.
(Secret) Favorite 5
Okay it’s not so secret anymore. But after I write this 99.99% people won’t know it anyway. It is reading out loud. Occasionally with an accent here and there.
Rain. I was standing in the rain, waiting. And it was the most peaceful thing. I was warm, and the wind dried my hands. It was quiet. There was a spot on the driveway that was still dry; it meant that I had arrived early. The rain fell on the spot, and everywhere else too. It did not rush to make the space like all else around it. Slowly and surely it rained there. Then the car came back; the...
still: missing a place
don't lose heart
for you only have one to last for life.
That photo on the tumblr homepage makes me want a photo of myself with the wind in my hair. _ _ _ The greatest human want is love; if humans had Love they probably wouldn’t go searching after power and status and everything. Because those things are used to boost egos, and if you had love you would feel accepted and wouldn’t need to boost your ego. _ _ _ is love, and love is real. ...
When I die I do not want justice - I want mercy!– unknown
Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always.– Dante
currently: missing a place
Can you believe it? This is it. Life. The privilege of the living. The blessing...
Their voices were suited for ballads, and they sang them well. Nothing like sad love songs on the radio internet
I want to be seen with a fresh pair of eyes. A single, a single white tree in a...– Fresh Pair of Eyes, by Brooke Waggoner.
I was just sitting there, and then something caught my sight. A flock of birds suddenly flew up in a great rush, and were madly flying around. It was an intense flapping, and greatly organized too; it looked like a vibrating cloud moving around the sky. If you know what I’m talking about when it’s really hot and the ground looks like it’s shimmering— that is what it looked...
I had a dream. There were these parents who were “gorilla-ists” (a made up term). They dressed up a gorillas sometimes and stood in the middle of the road. They had a baby and put a gorilla mask on it. And somehow, the baby committed suicide. Whether it was because it was forced to be something it isn’t, or whether it was because it didn’t agree with what the parents...
Brooke Waggoner →
Beautiful music. You can download her EP for free on her site (in the music section).
one night I looked up at the sky and it was starless, plum. I could see no Saturn or Venus or Moon but it was the most beautiful purple-tinted inky blue. And on nights when there are stars, they are always like diamonds and gems laid upon a velvet backdrop.
Some other places were not so good but maybe we were not so good when we were in...– Hemingway