It’s all right as long as I can be with you.
though many fairy tales talk about a girl finding her great love, i can’t seem to stop thinking about the girl and her 6 swan brothers.
and how because she couldn’t hold her voice in long enough, one of them came home with a wing instead of an arm.
sometimes i feel like that.
another fantastic commencement speech, now from beloved tim minchin.
even as a cartoon, you can hear david tennant’s hair standing up proudly. i really love it the program though—Young Shakespeare Nation. Almost makes me want to teach again.
i really do heart louis ck.
what is necessary.
I’ve always likes the idea of completely mundane places being sacred spaces—-and only to the devoted or to those who need.
What if purgatory was a perfect dunkin donuts in the back streets of makati? Only 3 tables and without a bathroom. Obviously a place you can’t spend a whole day in (my bladder wouldn’t allow me)
But there was something so exact about three people seated in three separate tables reading or staring out with a cup of coffee and a doughnut. Is it too much to read benevolence in the lone guy at thw counter, his lazy eye blinking just half a second too late while he rings up your order or dunks the munchkins in a plastic tray of confectioners sugar?
love is love is love is love is love. i’m such a sucker for sappy love songs.
With a life so small lately, my words feel too big in my social media mouths.
Am slightly embarrassed, but I’m not sure why. It’s either that I’ve revealed how desperate I am for emotion that the simplest mundane things produce such exclamations or that I realize that words will always be too big and my life just exceedingly plain. Or worse yet, how I can see through my own lies to myself.
Everyone’s got a little Viking.