stop it Gienne, stop it.
April 2013
1 post
February 2013
1 post
June 2012
4 posts
May 2012
2 posts
so today i was at a restaurant having dinner when i saw the perfect family, a british man with his korean wife and their cute daughter. the little girl was holding onto her daddy’s hand and when the little girl wanted to come back to her seat, her daddy spun her around and gave her the brightest smile before he let go of her. so sweet. how i wished all dads were like that.
Thank, thank God for gravity,
For pulling you back to me.
So I’ll write it all down
And I’ll sing it all out
For the world to see
April 2012
6 posts
free falling. time. heal. pain. summer. now.
Words cannot describe how wonderful this person is. Sometimes you just need someone to be by your side, walk the streets of New York at 1am with you in sweatshirts and sweatpants, understand you with no words needed to be said, console you with a pat on the back while you just bury your face in her knees and cry. This person is my roommate and I love her very much.
#peopleilove
“Are you still mad at me?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“I was never mad at you.”
“What were you?”
“Hurt.” —Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (via surgeries)
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“I was never mad at you.”
“What were you?”
“Hurt.” —Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (via surgeries)
why do questions even exist
March 2012
3 posts
Love Will Be Enough For Us
Build a little cabin on a little tall hill
plan a little garden, pray for every meal
and we’ll grow, and we’ll grow
take a little nap in the butterfly grass
just you and I and the clouds a pass
and we’re close, so close
we’ll be living out where the river bends
where the grass gets green and the highway ends
living easy, easy
you and me baby and the daffodils the kids growing up in the rolling hills
and love will be enough for us
rains coming down on the old tin roof
a lullaby storm in the middle of june
falling slow, falling slow
we’ll be living out where the river bends
where the grass gets green and the highway ends
living easy
you and me baby and the daffodils the kids growing up in the rolling hills
and love will be enough for us, oooooh, love, ooooooh, love, will be enough
wake up darling let’s leave tonight,
we can disappear under the clear moonlight
and we’ll be living out where the river bends
where the grass gets green and the highway ends
living easy
You and me baby and the daffodils the kids growing up in the rolling hills
and love will be enough for us
We’ll build a little cabin on a little tall hill
February 2012
13 posts
“Suppose it were possible, through some sort of instantaneous genetic engineering, to change any aspect of your nature, so that you could have any combination of capacities that has ever been in the range of human possibility: you could have Michael Jordan‘s fade-away shot, Mozart‘s musicality, Groucho Marx‘s comic gifts, Proust‘s delicate way with language. Suppose you could put these together with any desires you wanted — homo- or hetero-, or a taste for Wagner or Eminem….Suppose, further, that there were no careers or professions in this world because all material needs were met by intelligent machines. Far from being a Utopia, so it seems to me, this would be a kind of hell.
— Anthony Appiah, The Ethics of Identity (2005)” —
— Anthony Appiah, The Ethics of Identity (2005)” —
