a friend read this to me tonight. i thought it...
“i honestly think in order to be a write, you have to learn to be reverent. if not, why are you writing? why are you here? let’s think of reverence as awe, as presence in and openness to the world. the alternative is that we stultify, we shut down. think of those times when you’ve read prose or poetry that is presented in such a way that you have a fleeting sense of being...
Love is so uncommon and rare in our generation....
excited to wake up late, take the subway downtown to get a sweet flannel coat from the store, visit the winter farmers market, and make homemade bread. sundays are good.
go mommy :)
after 5 years in remission, i think my mom and i might finally do the avon breast cancer walk together. good vibes all around!
‘Safe?’ said Mr. Beaver…’Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe....– C. S. Lewis
i do not exist, only you exist.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of...– A Girl You Should Date via @brainpicker (via bookshelfporn ) i fit this criteria. why do i not have a boyfriend?