college and me

never again will i want to go to school to study what i "love" because i only learn to HATE IT.


ok not exactly but ugh. unpleasant homework in any shape or form is no friendly friend of mine.

a photo op first in a while

it's okay that we don't talk about everything. it's okay that we rarely look to each other for comfort. it's okay that we're not as perfect a family as it may look on the outside.

i'm just thankful we're not a broken one.



Because life is what you make it
Because love is what you've made it
And I made it my friend

hot crossed buns and 3 blind mice give the same effect

i was trying to sing to myself The Girl from Ipanema but the only tune that came to mind was the chorus to Domo Arigato Mr Roboto @_@


hehe

(via Mademoiselle Molly Fryxell)

personal problems are called personal for a reason

the windshield wipers weren't enough to keep my vision from blurring on the drive home last night.


it will get better. it has to. i know it.

peacoats are my weakness too.... ~swoon~

i dont know about you but when i read books or wiki articles about events of the past, i always find myself asking what would it have been like to live in a moment that made it into the history books.

would i have been okay with watching Buddy Holly on a black and white tv rocking out his devil’s music on American Bandstand?

how many times would i have seen Roman Holiday in theaters?

where would i have been when JFK was shot? and Lennon?

and WWII? or more importantly (to my family) the Vietnam War? I’ve always wanted to ask my grandparents, but i never know how. (enough panic attacks already ensue when trying to construct a sentence sans-English asking my mom where the butter is.)

What was it like to be a part of it all?????


i dont know.


what i do know though is that years from now when I have my own grandchildren to pester me with what if questions, i’ll be able to read about this in their history books and recall every feeling felt, how I spent every anxious hour counting down to the result, the amazing Gilmore Girls rerun on tv, and the extremely cute guy at the polling place with the adorrrrableeeee pea coat.

it was more than okay. that's what i'd tell them.

this is very true

"The more familiar two people become, the more the language they speak together departs from that of the ordinary, dictionary-defined discourse. Familiarity creates a new language, an in-house language of intimacy that carries reference to the story [they] are weaving together and that cannot be readily understood by others."

—Alain De Botton

:)


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"you're voting, right? i need u kids to vote tomorrow. i dont care what you vote for just as long as it's mccain and yes on 8. everything else you can vote however u like"

ohh father

hey lynn, what are a few of your favorite things?

thrifting furniture (especially danish ones, my favorite kind.) can u believe that table only cost me $5 and the chair 50 cents?)


dressing up as a jewish pirate for halloween (cause they both steal money... ar ar ar ar)


staying up late to read A.H. biographies


wedding decorations shopping with my mom and sister :)


and last but not least, a quality boner party