February 2012
46 posts
Eat well, Travel often: A Weekend in the City
it’s been over a month, but I’m still reflecting on that lovely weekend. whenever, I go to the city, I feel new and refreshed, but simultaneously nostalgic and longing. here’s to the next NYC trip, whenever it may be.
Only do what makes you happy
jrskennedy:
rosaley:
nicoleloher:
and nothing else.
This sounds lovely but it’s not remotely sustainable.
this. this is all i’ve been thinking about lately.
dreams.
-getting a second alcohol citation upon returning to my house
-visiting/happening upon the Great Wall of China while hiking (where I proceeded to be caught in a series of tidal waves?)
-going to a strange lecture class everyday in Argentina that was next to/inside the ocean
-swimming and playing ultimate frisbee for my LFIT in the pool at the YMCA that was filled with ocean water and hundreds...
I love when pinkdoor is still fast asleep at noon on a rainy, cold Sunday. I hold my breath as I wait for the noise and liveliness to ensue, but until then, it’s the most perfect.
“When we learn to love ourselves, winter never wins.”
sometimes it’s the little things that make long and difficult days much more manageable by the end.
a double Tough Guy Chai; the man who handed me Valentine’s Day M&Ms while I worked outside the Daily Grind; seeing my RELI 181 TA on the bus ride home and having her tell me I was one of her best students, as well as her complimenting me on my studies and assuring me that...
“There are few things in life better than seeing Duke get beat down. Not...”
– Reed Tucker
How to settle down, step 1 →
“Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss...
Finding purpose in the music journalism thing I'm... →
http://cuethefire.tumblr.com/post/17186540580 →
cuethefire:
XXIX. There is a science to counting down the days — chemistry in our breaths against the speaker phone, and physics in the way my blood rushes when you say goodbye because something comes up.
XXX. What if I’m at your doorstep, then? I’ve been quiet, I know, but small talk looks cheap on both…
It’s not because I always hold on it might be I always hold out. it might be I always hold out.
“I think I just realized that if there really is a big difference between what...”
– C.
Saturday
Belting out Sharon Van Etten’s Tramp while “studying” away in my cozy cocoon of a room. Candles lit, comfy jeans and slippers on and no one else is home. i’m so in love.
and he leaves the springs behind.
sometimes I remember things I’ve done and then I shudder or wince and quickly remember why I needed to end it/cut it out of my life/move on. While I guess they’ll always have (and be) a part of me (sometimes some experiences more than others), but in the end, I’m always so confident in my decisions.
“A lot of white people like black people. They buy hip-hop, they watch black...”
– Baratunde Thuston, on why it’s important for white people to have a black friend (via nprfreshair)
Watchpopculturebrain:
ifc:
Portlandia - Dream of the 1890s
[via EW]
Somehow they managed to be satirical AND self reflexive. Damn.
January 2012
85 posts
Leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms.
“You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.”
– C.S. Lewis (via larmoyante)