Hands can do so much more

What are you using them for?

Taking the more complicated route just to find out who I am on the way…

"All bad art is the result of good intentions."

the picture of dorian gray

"Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.
They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty."

the picture of dorian gray

"Our lives no longer belong to us alone; they belong to all those who need us desperately."

Elie Wiesel

"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded."

Ralph Waldo Emerson (via flylikeallama)

hahaha…

frisbee yesterday

-bonding with Annie.
-the group pee in the trees…which we waited to do after all the guys left.
-being rizwan’s first name.
-getting a piggyback ride from Jay trying to catch a frisbee.
-playing in the game for a few really fun brief moments.
-being a multiracial snowman made out of guys’ sweaters and jackets.
-waddling like a penguin.
-looking like i was wearing a hijab.
-hearing Jeremy’s Marion song over and over again.
-watching Annie be a nurse.
-eating really amazing fudge.
-catching a kitkat bar magically.
-chilling in a cab that finally accepted us with Donald and Rizwan.

Man… I wish I had a clique of friends…My mom is planning my 18th bday in July. How am I supposed to only pick 15-20 people? And how is everyone supposed to get along if I know them from different places?

simply divine.

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes."

Rosemarie Urquico (via kblitz)

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To see the post about how she was found, please go here. Thanks to Jonathan  for searching!

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noeeeee:

bitesizechorizo:

Become the right person and walk in love.

noeeeee:

bitesizechorizo:

Become the right person and walk in love.

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K.I.T.

-keep in thought-

Kinda hurts. But when that door closes, another one will open. And I’m not making an exit yet.

i haven’t felt cute taking pictures since like…sophomore year.

i missed that. i guess starting junior year i tried really hard to look less attractive.

i stopped wearing things that made me feel good.
i cut my long hair short…with my own hands.
i started wearing things i knew made me look “average” or less than “average”.
yeah. i hated junior year…i didn’t feel myself anymore. i constantly felt like i didn’t know who i was, and no matter how over-dramatic it sounds, it’s true.

but you know, it’s silly to change the person you like (the person you are) because of how other people see you. i don’t do things for your entertainment. i don’t want to be the girl you rated higher, or lower, than someone else. i want to be marion. i want to be beautiful and feel beautiful, and i’m tired of feeling/looking like crxp so other people won’t see me as someone who is a slxt.

it’ll take me a while…but i’m going to get my hair back the way i want it. i’m going to wear things that make me feel a little classy and sophisticated…or just plain comfortable in my own tan skin. yeah i’ll wear makeup. i won’t cake it on, but i won’t go bare if i don’t feel like it.

it’s not like i’m going to walk into school tomorrow looking different than today,
but at least i’ll feel different, and that’s a start.

my whole world the way i feel it will be changed.