June 2011
Super Cool Floor Drawings
Cool drawings right? Those are street art too. I love it!
I just got this from my friend’s Facebook account, it’s so amazing I cannot resist myself from blogging it! lol… Anyway, this reminds me of Julie Andrew’s movie “Mary Poppins”. When she and the kids dance, sing and toured the floor drawings :)
“I know you’re all alone, and it’s cold out, and you’ve no where to turn. But don’t come to me. I’ve nothing to offer you. I’m alone too. With frostbitten fingers and a fever as ragging as the summer sun. Neither of us can find our place, and although we’d like to believe it’s true, that place is not with each other. It can never be you and me…”
—Weavsies
Might not be very active on tumblr for a while, it's finally losing it's pizzazz for me after all this time.
But don’t worry, I’ll never delete it… what idiot does that?
“The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As long as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.”
—Anne Frank (via sejournes)
“We wait to be rescued, but for whatever reason, no one comes. We figure that if no one protects then we must not be worth protecting so we become prey and are easily picked off. Our wounded, kicked-puppy gazes attract sly predators and we sell ourselves for clearance sale prices, mistaking screwing for caring. We binge, purge, sleep around. We drink too much and get too high, anything to blot out the past. We accept endure beating and humiliations because our fathers, our uncles, and our mothers’ twisted boyfriends said they loved us, too, right before they broke our bones and tore our tissue, right before they made us receive them. We have babies because we want them to love us, to make us important, but they only make us tired and fat and stinking of spit because they’re babies, not saviors. Their fathers leave us, sick of crap and sour milk, sweatpants and tears. But the babies still need all of us, only there isn’t anything left to give because we based our worth on the lowlifes who knocked us up and around. So our babies end up screwed up and screwed with because now we’re single again, too, so we’re bringing home guys who secretly like pink satin baby skin more than our silvery stretch marks. We don’t see what we should see because having anyone is still supposedly better than being alone.”
—Laura Wiess (via sejournes)
“I hope that the worlds turns, and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you.”
—Valerie, V for Vendetta (via sejournes)
“A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face. It is one of the few havens remaining where a man’s mind can get both provocation and privacy.”
—Edward P. Morgan (via sejournes)
“I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.”
—Stephen Chbosky (via sejournes)
“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine.”
—Jane Austin (via sejournes)
Reblog if you're a quiet/shy person naturally but when you're with your friends, you act like you're on crack.
“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.”
—Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel García Márquez (via sejournes)
Instead of saying "cool story bro" try these out:
1) Fascinating Discourse Chum
2) Riveting Fable Comrade
3) Intriguing Anecdote Brethren
4) Perpetuating Argument Colleague
5) Sweet Saga Yo
6) Waste of Time Jerk
7) Spellbinding Reiteration There My Chumly Companion
8) Phantasmagorical Novelization Oh Great One
9) Interesting Intellect Imbecile
10) Trepidating Boar Fetus
11) Ballin’ Gossip dawg!
“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 sejournes)
“Many places you would like to see are just off the map and many things you want to know are just out of sight or a little beyond your reach. But someday you’ll reach them all, for what you learn today, for no reason at all, will help you discover all the wonderful secrets of tomorrow.”
—Norton Juster (via sejournes)
“There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing. There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city. There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same. There is the silence of emptiness, the silence of fear, the silence of doubt. There is a certain silence that can emanate from a lifeless object as from a chair lately used, or from a piano with old dust upon its keys, or from anything that has answered to the need of a man, for pleasure or for work. This kind of silence can speak. Its voice may be melancholy, but it is not always so; for the chair may have been left by a laughing child or the last notes of the piano may have been raucous and gay. Whatever the mood or the circumstance, the essence of its quality may linger in the silence that follows. It is a soundless echo.”
—Beryl Markham (via sejournes)
Fix You
Coldplay
Fix You - Coldplay
When you try your best, but you don’t succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can’t sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can’t replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
