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I’ve been really good with keeping my queue full for the 15-times-a-day posts, but I’m...

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 09:00:05 -0400

I’ve been really good with keeping my queue full for the 15-times-a-day posts, but I’m done. This is going to be quiet for awhile.

growing-orbits: by bubac

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 07:30:06 -0400

growing-orbits:

by bubac

unfreshing: if you’re a boy with long fingernails do not come near me

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 06:00:05 -0400

unfreshing:

if you’re a boy with long fingernails do not come near me

"I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know..."

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 04:30:06 -0400

“I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbound set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Water than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”

- John Green The Fault in Our Stars (via epicjohngreenquotes)

chasingpages: SCREAMING AT MY LAPTOP. DON’T MIND ME.

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 03:00:05 -0400

chasingpages:

SCREAMING AT MY LAPTOP. DON’T MIND ME.

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Wed, 28 Mar 2012 01:30:05 -0400

mugsofpugs: THE BEST MAIL EVER! boodapug: Special Delivery!

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 23:20:44 -0400

mugsofpugs:

THE BEST MAIL EVER!

boodapug:

Special Delivery!

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 23:20:23 -0400

homedesigning: Living room inspiration

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 22:30:05 -0400

homedesigning:

Living room inspiration

homedesigning: via Trees Interacting with Living Space:...

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 21:00:06 -0400

homedesigning:

via Trees Interacting with Living Space: Corallo House in Guatemala

"What if she was meant to be, or could have been, someone important in my life? I think that’s what..."

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 19:30:05 -0400

“What if she was meant to be, or could have been, someone important in my life? I think that’s what scares me: the randomness of everything. That the people who could be important to you might just pass you by. Or you pass them by.”

- Peter Cameron, Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You (via anditslove)
I loved this book when I read it.

homedesigning: Bedroom Feature Walls

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 18:00:06 -0400

homedesigning:

Bedroom Feature Walls

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Tue, 27 Mar 2012 16:31:06 -0400

scorpio: The Killers | “When You Were Young” "You sit there in...

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 15:00:05 -0400

scorpio:

The Killers | “When You Were Young”

"You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy
To save you from your old ways."

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Tue, 27 Mar 2012 13:30:06 -0400

greatbigplans: nedhepburn: This one time I painted a living...

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 12:00:05 -0400

greatbigplans:

nedhepburn:

This one time I painted a living room with a girl.

This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.

But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.

Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.

That’s what love is. Attention to detail.

And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.

But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.

But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:

One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.

And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.

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Tue, 27 Mar 2012 10:30:06 -0400

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Tue, 27 Mar 2012 09:00:05 -0400

me: oh gosh that character is attractive

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 07:30:05 -0400

me: oh gosh that character is attractive
person: but he's the villain
me:
person:
me:
person:
me: i'm sorry were you trying to make a point there because i don't see one

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Tue, 27 Mar 2012 06:00:05 -0400