December 2011
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November 2011
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I want YES
I want free thinking and acceleration without blinking
I want...
– My dearest Miss E, from her blog that you should totally check out.
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You’ll find another.’ God! Banish the thought. Why don’t you tell me that ‘if...
– This Side of Paradise, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via romanholidays)
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Providing Fashion Tips For Ex-Boyfriends Going Out...
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She loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm. It had the same...
– Milan Kundera (via misswallflower)
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I hate rejection. I get really sensitive about it. And about being second...
– The ever-perceptive, always delightful Miss E.
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In honor of one of my biggest Tumblr crushes, haikuforthesinglegirl, following me (WHAT?! YES! HOORAY!), I have written the following little ode to my position as Children’s Librarian/Storytime Queen:
I am the prettiest, and the funniest, to guys ages 3 to 5.
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Bucket List For 2012
Dye my hair (darker? red? reclaim the blond?).
Bruges/Amsterdam/Prague, to see great art and to see it alone.
Save enough to buy a car.
Do something that’s just a tad illegal.
Get a tattoo (or really, really seriously think about it).
Take an art class.
Figure out what I want to do with my life and then bloody-well do it.
Ski the K-12 *oh wait, that’s from Better Off Dead
flamingopolly:
See, the luck I’ve had can make a good man turn bad. So please, please, please, let me, let me, let me, let me get what I want this time.
Haven’t had a dream in a long time, see the life I’ve had can make a good man bad. So for once in my life, let me get what I want. Lord knows, it would be the first time. Lord knows, it would be the first time.
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Sometimes I Blog. →
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Sorry about that other guy makin’ you feel rejected and all. Here, tell...
– The Universe, to me.
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acciob0wtie:
“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.”
-Mary Oliver, “When...
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