When the surf was high, the sounds of the sea was one continuos roar, heavy,...– Sudursvelt
It was one of those gray mornings I’ve come to love, those days you need to bundle up but it’s still warm, the wind just a soft breath muffled by the cloud cover. The hills were showing a hint of gold, the spring’s lush green hues fading slowly to the ochre of summer. Oats swayed gently in the breeze, their wispy tips creating waves across the ground. It was a perfect morning,...
And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we loved.– Bastille
This is one of those nights that begs to be spent writing and drowning out reality in music and staring at the sky and hoping the morning never quite arrives.
You never think you’ll go to that place again, once you’ve escaped. You don’t think the walls will go back up, the shadows throwing themselves over everything you know. It’s suffocating.
It’s the unlocking and the lift off, the letting go and the breathing out. It’s letting life take hold and living each day by the moment, by the second, not counting and not allowing time to drag you down or hold you too close. It’s one of the hardest things to do, I suppose.
lazy saturday fiction.
The day I brought you home, it was drizzling a bit outside. I only remember that because I had to brush a few droplets off you before I settled you into your spot by the bay windows. You were bright and spry, clearly unfazed by the drab weather. I knew you needed sunshine, but that day the slate sky was no problem; in fact the dampness seemed to nourish you. It lifted my spirits a bit, distracted...
The drive was very different this time. I’ve done it a million times (probably closer to two or three dozen, let’s be real); but this trip had a different vibe to it. It felt like I was finally going home. I also finally got that terrifying feeling that my life was changed forever. It finally hit me that school was done and that this time, I was going back to a real life. I have the...
Strive not to be a success, but rather to be of value.– Albert Einstein
Because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the...– Steve Jobs
I don’t remember the first time you tried to do it. You probably called me late at night and said it was the end, or sent a cryptic aim message that it was over, that you didn’t have anything left in you, any reason to keep going. I didn’t know what to do, that first time. I felt utterly incapable of helping, because I knew how you felt. I felt it too. I wanted to be drug under...
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us...– Ralph Waldo Emerson
Real wisdom is not the knowledge of everything, but the knowledge of which...– Leo Tolstoy
Four years ago, I found this little horse named Nicolai. He wasn’t perfect, but somehow I knew he was the one. I’d spent over a year searching for a horse and had given up; I was starting college in a few months and figured it just wasn’t a good idea to add a new horse to the mix. But my trainer insisted on checking out this guy down in San Diego, so we drove down. He was older...
The second you think you’ve figured out life; the second you decide you’ve got a grasp on your future and what you’re doing and where you’re going, life will throw a glass of cold water in your face. I promise. If that sounds terrible, just be thankful it’s not boiling water. That would do some damage, I’d think. Be grateful you just have to grab a towel and...
for whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it’s always ourself we find in...– e.e. cummings
So I guess I’m officially done with undergrad school stuff in two weeks. It’s terrifying. I’ve spent the last 17ish years of my life in school, learning things like words and numbers and what to do with them to be a functioning human being. And now I get a piece of paper saying good job, you didn’t screw up too badly, go win at life. And I have to make money and change the world and other neat...
A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards,...– John Steinbeck
All of us are human and we are all broken in some way or another. Indeed the...– Kovie Biakolo
The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the...– Ernest Hemingway
I want to live where the sun comes out.– Coldplay
It’s like a book elegantly bound but in a language that you can’t...– Death Cab
February, month of despair, with a skewered heart in the centre.– Margaret Atwood
as is the sea marvelous from god’s hands which sent her forth to sleep upon...– e.e. cummings
-colleges being nothing but grooming schools for the middle-class non-identity...– Jack Kerouac
Don’t put your trust in walls, cause walls will only crush you when they...– Ray LaMontagne
I just made this up. Bake it.
1 cup flour 1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder 1 cup brown sugar 1/2 tsp baking soda 1 egg 1 stick butter, browned 1 tsp chocolate/coffee liqueur 1/2 tsp cinnamon 1/8 tsp ground ginger Preheat yo oven to 300 degrees. Melt the butter on the stove until browned. Stir into brown sugar & liqueur; chill. Stir in egg & spices. Sift the cocoa, baking powder and flour together and then stir...