Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Saturday, November 23, 2013

"It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent. It is the one that is most adaptable to change."
-Charles Darwin
"Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for talk beside the fire: it is the time for home."
-Edith Sitwell

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Monday, November 11, 2013

"The worst feeling ever is not knowing whether you should wait or give up."
-Jeden Tag

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Women like me do not fall gracefully,
we stumble over our spines, trip over
our vowels, and collapse into your arms.


Our hearts are open books,
Russian novels containing fifty pages
on the way your voice drifts across
the telephone wires each night.
Our hearts are first drafts,
unedited verses about each and every
person we have ever loved: the stranger
on the subway, the girl who gave us a balloon,
the boy who stole our virginity
but not our heart.


Women like me will love you from a distance
of a thousand syllables while laying in your bed,
we will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible,
and when we leave you will finally understand
why storms are named after people.

“There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they’re good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn’t mean you’ll be together forever. It doesn’t mean you won’t hurt each other. It just means you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.” - Laurell K Hamilton