April 2009
106 posts
“You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you...”
– Eleanor Roosevelt (via justbesplendid)
“The more familiar two people become, the more the language they speak together...”
– Alain de Botton, On Love (via justbesplendid)
“Memory is fiction. We select the brightest and the darkest, ignoring what we are...”
– —Epilogue to Isabel Allende’s Portrait in Sepia
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“Sometimes late at night I think about all the...
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I have an addictive and obsessive personality....
dianeli:
(via hautelikecouture)
Me too.
hm.
“One reason so few of us achieve what we truly want is that we never direct our...”
– Tony Robbins (via passthrufire)
I love having people play with my hair
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I don’t care who it is. It feels so good to me.
me too
OH MY GOD. Same here. It just feels so GOOD, you know? You get like, those made good chills down your neck and spine. I think I would consider that one of my little secrets. I love it when people play with/brush my hair.
samesame.
“We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that...”
– Chuck Palahniuk (via littlemiss)
“The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead.”
– Marilyn Monroe allthatglittersispink | 1980 (via silentsigh) (via out-of-my-dreams) (via justbesplendid)
A Good Philosophy Joke
justbesplendid:
An eccentric philosophy professor gave a one question final exam after a semester dealing with a broad array of topics. The class was already seated and ready to go when the professor picked up his chair, plopped it on his desk and wrote on the board: “Using everything we have learned this semester, prove that this chair does not exist.” Fingers flew, erasers erased, notebooks...
“Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands....”
– ~Carl Schurz, address, Faneuil Hall, Boston, 1859 (via justbesplendid) 