250wordsmith

hello-kitty:

Hello Kitty x Dial Bar Soap

Vincent Van Gogh (via julie911)

Go, Van Gogh!!! I love this quote!

(via time-converges)

in my tumblr yes. too cute! i’d love to kiss this kitty.

(Source: theittybittykittycommittee.com, via time-converges)

I’m thinking
How these thoughts of you
Have become delicious frivolities
Like Hello Kitty
Or the romance of the Orient

At this point
It’s not so much
Ending up with you
As it is visiting the
Snapshots of
Summer afternoons
And sunsets at our park
Rainy evenings
At the beach hotel
Or talking long distance
Over the phone
With you

When I loved the way
I love you

And it was lovely
That then
You loved me too

250 wordsmith: I read this last summer back to back Haruki Murakami’s Norwegian Wood (which footnoted The Great Gatsby a lot). It was a crazy literary riide. Looking forward to bff’s boyfriend Leo as the Great Jay Gatsby.

“New York. 1922…The buildings were higher. The parties were bigger. The morals were looser. And the liquor was cheaper.“ 

Baz Luhrmann’s “The Great Gatsby”


Been watching this over and over and over and over again. Can’t. Get. Enough.

(Source: carasdreaming)

Can I please have a free day at the beach - at our beach - to rehash, rethink, reorganize, rearrange and regroup again - all those years that my heart sang your song.

I love you, you stupid bastard. It’s a force of habit and the exchange of energy throughout continental plates, oceans, trenches, intrigues, disapprovals, pushes and pulls, your weaknesses and my strength, the prayers and the poetry.

And I am brought back to that day at the beach where we tried to stop loving each other eleven years ago. It was as sunny as this day and we were shaded by the awning at the hotel room’s balcony. So much the drama! But we ended up stronger than we thought (ironically).

I’m glad bff G.I. Jane was on emo mode earlier, that way I rode on with the conversation and told her

I love the way I loved you.

It was more about me than you.

I’m feeling in love with no one in mind
I’m having a high, an invigorating climb

Then I think
I want to love again
And recapture that feeling
Because I love the way I loved you
This time it doesn’t have to be you

Someone kind and intelligent
Gallant and handsome
Honest and humorous
Industrious and well-deservedly well-off

Well,
If you would amend and redeem your ways
I’d love again to love you

But no, I won’t pursue you

On with the climb!

Hi Gracie! You’re in my facebook! I’m happy with the mileage you’re getting. God bless you always & always!

wow to have this porch and this neighborhood! beautiful bursts of color!

(Source: flickr.com, via time-converges)

It would’ve been a nice day if not for someone who carried her weight around tonight. I don’t know exactly what the problem was, but she was deliberately ignoring me and calling attention to herself while doing her best to snub my presence. Well, I don’t know what her problem is. All I know is that this kind of behavior befuddles, irritates and ultimately, when pride is stripped, hurts. Since I am not one to force myself on anyone who apparently relishes this game, I might as well move on. To have invested oneself in a relationship (whether platonic, familial or otherwise) entails its own risks. But I don’t want to waste any more time than I am on this.

Thank God, writing is my garbage can.