welcome home
grace in your heart and flowers in your hair
I am incredibly saddened by the fact that the fun. Pandora station is just a random conglomeration of the more-cool-than-obnoxious songs of the last three years’ top 40.
(But like actually, literally. There have been several times when I fell asleep with my head in the book.)
Apparently, my body has made the decision to start looking good in Daisy Dukes. I have no complaints about this.
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then, despite of space, I would be brought
From limits far remote where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But ah, thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that, so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time’s leisure with my moan
Receiving naught by elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either’s woe.
William Shakespeare—Sonnet 44
(maybe lame: i still get ridiculously excited when tumblr likes pictures of places i see all the time)
Sitting on the back porch, listening to the rain and watching the lightning as I compose a mix CD…
I love summer.
That moment when you’re kind of starting to tear up and you open your mouth and throw your head back thinking you’re about to sob and then you sneeze instead and everything’s back to being funny again…
Friends, I am in a strange place right now. Like, stranger than usual.
