sorry. that was a bit of a teaser with the whole mom and the puppy thingy.
so here’s the story:
My mom’s boyfriend Mark lives in North Carolina and he had heard about these Siberian Husky puppies that we’re for sale. The other day we had to go pick up Odyssey’s ashes from the Vet. When we got home Mark called and said that the weirdest thing had happened. He had been in his office and the Siberian Husky puppies were there (only three were left). So he walked into his office and sat down at his desk and he heard something. He looked down and the little girl Husky had wandered into his office. Mark and Mom both claim that this was too much of a coincidence. I think they both wanted it to happen. But anyway… this is how my mother went from suddenly having no pets (after Odyssey died). to a day later having a kitten (Ollivander). and now she will have a kitten and a puppy in the house by herself.
Oh and the puppy has these markings around her eyes that look like mascara. So Mom has named her Maybelline. As in the song by Chuck Berry. I shall call her Maybel. She comes home in the middle of August. I will take lots of pictures to show off her cuteness. But anyway. I hope Maybel and Ollie get along.
ok. i’m having a Harry Potter dork moment here. So I’m re-reading The Deathly Hallows (again) and I’m pretty close to the end of the book. I’m at the part where Snape dies.
Let me give you a little background. I’m a Harry Potter person. I’ve read all the books more times than I can count and I love being able to pick up on new things every time. Also, Snape is probably in my top three favorite characters in the book. but anyway.
So just now. I’m reading the end of chapter 32. And Snape is all dying and such. But then he says “look… at… me”. and (I am ashamed to admit) that I totally just realized that he wanted to see Lily’s eyes one last time as he was dying. That’s why. I mean of course he wanted to look at this kid who he had protected for all these years. But he wanted to look at those green eyes one more time before he died. I’m sorry but that got to me. I’m such a dork and I can’t believe I never noticed that before. But oh man. I cried like a baby.
please forgive me for being such a dorky 20 year old. :D
“And then I felt sad, because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever told me when I was young and it never fails to surprise me as I grow older when I see the people in my life break one by one.”—
~ Douglas Copeland, Life After God (via gatekeeper)
i always have to reblog douglas. he’s my favorite author. fun fact.
“When I grow up, I want to remember that I always wanted to be about a thousand different things & one lifetime didn’t seem nearly enough. When I grow up, I hope it’s at the very end when it doesn’t matter anymore anyway”—Brian Andreas (via jessica-lynne) (via storypeople) (via vabene)
“You are calm and reposed.
Let your beauty unfold.
Pale white, like the skin
stretched over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever close.
You are second hand smoke.
You are so fragile and thin.
Standing trial for your sins.
Holding onto yourself the best you can.
You are the smell before rain.
You are the blood in my veins.
Call me a safe bet. I’m betting I’m not.
I’m glad that you can forgive.
I’m only hoping as time goes,
you can forget.”—
ok. so things are gonna get real for like two seconds here. bear with me.
listening to Brand New as a teenager was one of the best things that ever happened to me. i was in love with Deja Entendu. i still am. when my sister got sick she wrote me a note interlaced with quotes from the album (i wish i could find that letter). when i was sad or upset or just wanted to listen to some seriously good music i would blare the album. when i went to college it took on a different meaning. it was a way to remind myself of home and my friends and it described a lot of how i was feeling. last year its meaning changed again. i fell prematurely for a guy who loved it as much as i did. and we talked about the album and exchanged favorite parts of it and enjoyed it together even though we were hundreds of miles apart. turns out that i wasent the only one he did that with. so the lyrics turned into revenge. and i quoted Brand New whenever i thought of him or how upset i was or when i was hurting. that lasted for a while. but when this popped up i realized that now it’s changed again. and now it’s back to being a source of comfort. and i love that. but i also love that it will always remind me of so many things especially how much i have grown up. all with this cd.
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.”— Sylvia Plath
“Did it ever occur to you that you’re so caught up in trying to make the right choice that you’ve never stopped to consider the possibility that there may not be a right choice, or a wrong choice, just a bunch of choices?”—Dawsons Creek (via kari-shma) (via quote-book, kari-shma)
You got me like oh my gosh, I’m so in love I found you finally I could really use a wish right now, a wish right now, a wish right now You make me wanna say oh my gosh, I’m so in love I found you finally I could really use a wish right now, a wish right now, a wish right now Cuz’ I know a place Where the grass is really greener Warm, wet, and wild There must be something in the water And what you got is hard to find I think about it all the time I’m all strung up, my heart is fried I just can’t get you off my mind You could travel the world But nothing comes close to the golden coast If you party with us, You’ll be falling in love, Oh, oh, oh California girls, they’re unforgettable Your love, your love, your love is my drug Sun kissed skin, so hot they’ll melt your popsicle, Your love your love your love Has both hands in her pocket And so many ways to love you She hides true love en su bolsillo With so many ways to love you, I fell in love with shawty when I seen her on the dance floor, But she won’t look at you, won’t look at you She was dancing sexy, pop, pop, popping, dropping dropping With a halo round her finger, around you And oh, she’s got it all, And this point I gotta choose, nothing to lose, And I want it all, it all, it all Can we pretend that Airplanes in the night sky Are like shooting stars Don’t call my name, don’t call my name, Alejandro Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky Are like shooting stars, I’m not your babe, I’m not your babe, Alejandro Alejandro, -o —o —o —o, Oh my gosh -o —o —o —o —o —o Oh! I said your love, your love, your love is my drug West coast represent now put your hands up Oh oh oh oh oh oh my gosh California girls, don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch Just one more cigarette hush Your love, your love, your love makes me wanna say Oh my gosh, I’m so in love I found you finally I could really use a wish right now, a wish right now, a wish right now
“They say that people who live next to waterfalls don’t hear the water. It was terrible at first. We couldn’t stand to be in the house for more than a few hours at a time. The first two weeks were filled with nights of intermittent sleep and quarreling for the sake of being heard over the water. We fought so much just to remind ourselves that we were in love, and not in hate. But the next weeks were a little better. It was possible to sleep a few good hours each night and eat in only mild discomfort. We still cursed the water, but less frequently, and with less fury. Her attacks on me also quieted. It’s your fault, she would say. You wanted to live here. Life continued, as life continues, and time passed, as time passes, and after a little more than two months: Do you hear that? I asked her one of the rare mornings we sat at the table together. Hear it? I put down my coffee and rose from my chair. You hear that thing? What thing? she asked. Exactly! I said, running outside to pump my fist at the waterfall. Exactly! We danced, throwing handfuls of water in the air, hearing nothing at all. We alternated hugs of forgiveness and shouts of human triumph at the water. Who wins the day? Who wins the day, waterfall? We do! We do! And this is what living next to a waterfall is like. Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night’s sleep and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn’t hear her husband’s ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness. Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-grandchildren’s will be. But we learn to live in that love.”—~ Jonathan Safran Foer – Everything is Illuminated (via gatekeeper)
“Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren’t any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives.”—Stranger Than Fiction (via vabene)