2nd June 2012
Reblogged From badassbettyrizzo
Notes: 8
I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn’t the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.
And this is hitting way too close to home right now.
I wish I could be there to witness all the people who don’t know how to pronounce Les Miserables getting their movie tickets
- Mom: I bought you something to eat. It's in the fridge.
- Me: Are you sure it's on my list of things I can eat?
- Mom: Yes. Just don't eat it all in one go.
- Me: Ok! Thanks mom.
- Later that day
- Me: Mom, I can't find that thing you bought earlier.
- Mom: What thing?
- Me: That thing you said I could eat.
- Mom: I bought that for me! And you can't have that, it's not on your list!
- Me: ...
(Source: codons)
(Source: hellonewyork)
I am the left brain. I am a scientist. A mathematician. I love the familiar. I categorize. I am accurate. Linear. Analytical. Strategic. I am practical. Always in control. A master of words and language. Realistic. I calculate questions and play with numbers. I am order. I am logic. I know exactly who I am.
I am the right brain. I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion. Yearning. Sensuality. I am the sound of roaring laughter. I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feet. I am movement. Vivid colors. I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas. I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel. I am everything I wanted to be.
(Source: izmia)
(Source: steverogerssexual)
This was me with my chicken today!
