Wednesday

goethe

Keep not standing fixed and rooted. Briskly venture, briskly roam

Tuesday

power animal

"The lynx is not a guardian of secrets so much as the one who knows them, especially when it comes to those secrets that are either obscured by time and space or are completely lost to the world.Those who seek the lynx may find difficulty in getting it to cooperate. Just because the lynx knows secrets does not mean it wishes to share them."

making wishes, watching dreams

Monday

or


maybe here too

Sunday

Friday

in a minute

Holly Golightly: I'll tell you one thing, Fred, darling... I'd marry you for your money in a minute. Would you marry me for my money?
Paul Varjak: In a minute.
Holly Golightly: I guess it's pretty lucky neither of us is rich, huh?
Paul Varjak: Yeah.

Thursday

She was half asleep.

There was an expression of dreaming on her face. I hated to interrupt her. I know how much a dream can be worth.

Tuesday

Friday

i miss my homie

a year ago today i lost my best friend in the whole wide world, Willy. the coolest,sweetest,funniest buddy anyone could ever meet. he liked snatching candy from little kids, digging holes and sleeping in them,nature walks. he didnt have a mean bone in his body. anyone who got the chance to meet him got a friend for life.also he could sense low blood sugars and would bark and lick my brother or myself and warn us. see you on the other side,boy.

Tuesday

today i learned that

a pregnant golfish is called a twit.
a whale's penis is called a dork.

what did you learn?

Monday

$$$$

lucky son of a gun

douglas adams

He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it

lie take and whine





Saturday

IT’S RAINING IN LOVE


I don’t know what it is,
But I distrust myself
When I start to like a girl
A lot.

It makes me nervous.
I don’t say the right things
Or perhaps I start
To examine,
Evaluate,
Compute
What I am saying.

If I say, “Do you think it’s going to rain?”
and she says, “I don’t know,”
I start thinking: Does she really like me?

In other words
I get a little creepy.

A friend of mine once said,
“It’s twenty times better to be friends
with someone
than it is to be in love with them.”

I think he’s right and besides,
its raining somewhere, programming flowers
and keeping snails happy.
That’s all taken care of.

BUT
if a girl likes me a lot
and starts getting real nervous
and suddenly begins asking me funny questions
and looks sad if I give the wrong answers
and she says things like,
“Do you think it’s going to rain?”
and I say, “It beats me,”
and she says, “Oh,”
and looks a little sad
at the clear blue California sky,
I think: Thank God, it’s you, baby, this time
Instead of me.