Epicurus
Day 309.
This just arrived in my mailbox today and I think Gwyneth (as always, which I know is arguable to others but not to me!) looks totally radient and glowing. Have you ever met someone that just has a “glow” about them? I would love to have someone say that about me. Is it something you are born with? Something from a good diet? When someone is just utterly and totally happy? How does one get the glow?
Francois de La Rochefoucauld
My friend sent this to me yesterday. He took it somewhere (France maybe?) on his European adventures. He has been criss crossing for a month now and he didn’t give me any details yet…he just knows how much I love unconventional street art.
Day 312.
Ahhh the strolls down memory lane.
This photo is saved on my dad’s computer and I don’t really know how or why. He got this computer a year plus after Ab & I broke up so obviously I must’ve been walking (limping?) down memory road one night and looking at photo albums that I probably shouldn’t have.
What is it in me that has me sucked into these painful memory moments from time to time? I am no longer upset or angry about what happened…that ship sailed many moons ago…but it still doesn’t make me feel like susy sunshine when I see photos of us and then start to remember specific memories from our relationship together.
Maybe it is because I haven’t had a major relationship or any committed relationship really since then? Or maybe these pictures will always cause that reaction within me—one part of me remembering how great our relationship was and the other part of me remembering how painful it was when it ended?
ps-I wish you could see my shirt in this picture, it was freaking H-O-T. Photo taken @ Barcelona in Austin, Tejas in summer of 2005.
Jason Mraz - After an Afternoon
As we all know, I’ve had a mega love affair going on with the music of Jason for a multitude of reasons. However, I had never really listened to this song prior to this trip. My little brother introduced it to me, it is his favorite JM song, and I can totally understand why. So beautiful.
I bare my windowed self untamed and untrained
Dreams that hardly touch our complexions truest faults
If room enough for both my drowsy spirit shall fall
Bold waves tumble to the season of my heart
You have offended my faith and my trust
Until all is lost into the beauty of the day
Until all is lost
(see-yeah, see-yeah)
And I think It’s Lost
And there’s something in the way you laugh
And it makes me feel like a child
Aspects of life they confuse me
You and your thesis amuse me
After and afternoon with you
And your rich brown eyes
Your lips and dark hair
Elbows and exposed knees tossing toward your ceiling (as we lay in bed)
After an afternoon
Face to palm
Tear to tear
And
Mouth to tongue
Heart to ground
Heart to ground
Say, “I am in love”
Say, “Heart to ground”
Say, everything
Oh, Heart
Oh, Heart
Oh, Heart to ground
I am in love
Picasso (via enquotations)
I am currently out of control, can’t stop crying, which is a rarity for me. And my dog, Elle, is trying to lick away my tears. Bless her tiny yet huge heart for always trying.
(e—-ironically enough we JUST discussed this. then my mom called. and here we are. must’ve been a premonition)
MLK Jr.
I just found out that someone that I really want to see is coming here less than 24 hours after I leave to go see my sister’s graduation. I am/was/am really excited about her graduation and now I just can’t help but be sad that I am missing him. If it was anything other than this graduation I’d push it back a couple of days. Why is timing in life so f’d up sometimes?
Fate, fate, blah blah blah. I am having a total Sliding Doors moment.
