I loved it.
And I made an effort not to listen to the soundtrack beforehand, so I would be surprised. And guess what? I was surprised.
Love Lost is in there. So that’s why it’s being reblogged all over the place. Gosh, I love that song. And She’s Got You High is in there too.
I loved it.
howtofightloneliness: (via zoegeorgiou)
Please don’t cut down this tree. I want my grandchildren to be able to breath, and the animals to have a home.
Three very large, very old, beautiful trees near the service road were cut down this month. I thought they would leave them. It will take 50 years, at least, to grow some more. Stupid Wilcon Builders.
And you wonder why we’re flash flooding all over the place.
I would just like to think and be quiet once in a while.
I don’t always have to be talking.
No one always has to be talking.
Okay? Okay. Thank you. Bye.
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My, but you guys are awesome.
Now I’ll never get to my homework.
I wish there was a way for someone that you miss, to know that you’re thinking about them at that moment, without having to tell them. It’s hard enough you miss them, it’s even harder to tell them.
Gorgeous women really annoy me.
Not all gorgeous women. Some gorgeous women I like a lot. Gorgeous women who like me, for example, I can’t help but find attractive. Gorgeous smart women, I like a lot. But the rest, I can’t stand.
The problem is, as I see it, is that a sad percentage of gorgeous women just settle for being gorgeous. They get to sixteen, go ‘Well, I’m gorgeous, people like me, that’s it,’ and just stop. I mean, they’ve got nothing on the girls who struggle onward with zits and bad dates, the girls who fight life every step of the way so by the time they’re twenty they’re funny and smart and cynical and utterly, utterly desirable.
That’s what I like.
I really, really, really feel like drawing right now.
Teacups, to be exact.
Off I go.
