January 2012
18 posts
“I’ll make the most of it, I’m an extraordinary machine.”
– http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JROJQc9Q1T0
“When a guy tells me I’m cute, it’s not something desirable. Cute is...”
– thank you, Natalie Portman
dontbesoeasyonyourself:
We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes.
- Madeleine L’Engle
THIS + THAT: Rush Job →
Adore this writing in its entirety, but inspired by this snippet.
tylerhoehne:
1. Be forceful with yourself and clients about timelines: Even if having that tough conversation risks losing a gig, whats better in the long run; putting yourself though hell and coming up with something mediocre? Or letting the meaningless rush jobs pass on by and waiting for the projects that give you the...
December 2011
11 posts
Forest for the Tree
tylerknott:
With every step I took this day a single thought swam through my mind: I might be a tree, tall and proud and roots that run deep but you, you my love, are a forest that stretches as far as these eyes can see. -Tyler Knott Gregson-
November 2011
25 posts
WatchJake Ousley - three days left on kickstart campaign to raise enough dough for a new album. I love love love his sweet songs.
Go here to donate (ANY amount counts!):
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1472234217/im-jake-ousley-the-chance-for-a-new-album
Kickstarter - I'm Jake Ousley - The Chance for a... →
love.
The Countdown
wacphotography:
“more & more i’m convinced that love stories are made of a thousand...”
– amy seeley | @amyseeley
kristenmaae:
He cannot bless us unless He has us. When we try to keep within us an area that is our own, we try to keep an area of death.
C.S Lewis.
one day ring
on the other end of the line
coupled with silence, i hear your breath
this must be what it’s like to sleep next to you
keeps me wondering & guessing
keeps us dreaming
and falling asleep on the phone
sides
i miss you, dear friend— i watch your videos to catch glimpses of your familiar grin; it ails me to have lost you somewhere along the way: i looked behind, i saw you and i look to the side —you are gone.
