January 2009
44 posts
There’s no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard,
No song...
– - Jack Johnson (via justlia) (via marjchun)
jack johnson’s simple, sweet melodies always soothe me…
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t...
– Louise Erdrich (The Painted Drum: A Novel) (via thresca) (via ataraxic) (via skysignal) (via pieces) (via trapeze) (via fantasyaction) (via marjchun)
why i voted for obama, quotes such as these...
inauguration:
“I come from another country, and yet here I am 3am. Sitting up watching the Inauguration. Watching one of the most important moments that I feel will happen in History, within my generation. & i’m not embarrassed to say, I’ve shed a tear or two.
This man is going to change, not the United States, but the world. He’s not going to just change our economy, but our lives,...
Know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy
– President Barack Obama (via inauguration)
i call this my ode to obama...
Words are not always necessary.
They fall short.
They reach too far.
They disguise.
They distort.
They dress up.
They dress down.
But the poet in me still clings
to that old love of language,
that old, familiar game that slips
so softly from the tip of my tongue.
Especially in moments like these,
the press on my heart to say something;
the reality that I could never say enough…
to get close
to...
marjchun:
lovepuppy:
sneakyjane:
Wizard of Oz: As for you, my galvanized friend, you want a heart. You don’t know how lucky you are not to have one. Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.
Tin Woodsman: But I still want one.
Wizard of Oz
marjchun:
jennyrose:
overflowing:
Life is a constantly morphing thing. Just when you think you know where it’s all headed you wake up the next morning to a completely different view. The landscape has changed along with the seasons, but the trees are the same trees, only your view has changed. So you try to cling to the old things that used to comfort you, clinging to the familiar, but they...