May 29th, 2012
May 27th, 2012

My cousin just sent me this link. This is how her friend’s boyfriend proposed to her. Best proposal ever? I don’t know how you top this one. 

Wow this poem is stunning. Neruda knows his stuff.

sharingpoetry:

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within…

May 16th, 2012

If you haven’t seen this movie, I highly recommend it. I loved it.

I don’t know if I’ve come of age, but I’m certainly older now. I feel shrunken, as if there’s a tiny ancient Oliver Tate inside me operating the levers of a life-size Oliver-shaped shell. A shell on which a decrepit picture show replays the same handful of images. Every night I come to the same place and wait till the sky catches up with my mood. The pattern is set. This is, no doubt, the end.
Oliver Tate, Submarine

Submarine quotes

  • Oliver Tate: Ask me how deep the ocean is.
  • Jordana Bevan: Shut up.
  • Oliver Tate: Come on, just ask me.
  • Jordana Bevan: Why?
  • Oliver Tate: 'Cause I know the answer.
  • Jordana Bevan: Oh! Do you?
  • Oliver Tate: Yes, I do.
  • Jordana Bevan: How deep is the ocean?
  • Oliver Tate: I'm not gonna say.
  • Jordana Bevan: I'm brokenhearted.
  • Oliver Tate: The ocean is six miles deep.
  • Jordana Bevan: Good.

Love this. Here’s to making breakfast in our underwear and dancing in the kitchen.

  • Dan: What do you want?
  • Alice: To be loved.
  • Dan: That simple?
  • Alice: It's a big want.
May 15th, 2012

sharingpoetry:

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

Gah. I love this song.

May 5th, 2012
April 30th, 2012
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.
The Hours

Quotes from The Hours

  • Angelica Bell: What happens when we die?
  • Virginia Woolf: What happens?
  • [pause]
  • Virginia Woolf: We return to the place that we came from.
  • Angelica Bell: I don't remember where I came from.
  • Virginia Woolf: Nor do I.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

My cover of Coldplay’s “Lost?”