He was coming too late
The hopes she had nurtured
Had perished like leaves
With fall, but she stood still
Waiting for his arrival
A forgotten scarecrow in the
Frozen tundra, wondering
If his insistent sun could
Melt the ice within her.
January 2012
“Optimism is a strategy for making a better future. Because unless you believe that the future can be better, you are unlikely to step up and take responsibility for making it so.”
—
Noam Chomsky (via thoughtsdetained)
Reading recipies can take my mind off of almost anything
Thank god (or rather, Kaytie) for this little stack of baking beauties next to me. I just wanna wrap everything in filo & eat it. With cider sauce.
Didn't get the apartment I really, REALLY, wanted...
“I was the shyest human ever invented, but I had a lion inside me that wouldn’t shut up!”
—Ingrid Bergman (via schwer)
A poem for a man who made me feel compelled to write a poem:
I love the way you say my name…
When you say “hello,” “thank you,” or anything in between
The two simple syllables just sound so good when leaked from your lips.
I can’t decipher the intention behind all your charming glances,
or figure out the meaning of all the smiles.
I love the way you say my name…
I find myself ignoring others, ‘cause from them it’s not the same.
Are you even aware of how many heartbeats you’ve been stealing?
Or how I wish to count your freckles before I fall asleep,
like they’re glowing constellations on my ceiling.
I love the way you say my name…
to say the least it makes my day.
You just go around stealing heartbeats,
with the way you say my name.
nicoleyoleypoley replied to your post: My names Tara
:c Tara, this made me so sad!
Aw, I’m sorry. I’m just a sad sack sometimes.
BUT, let me take this opportunity to tell everyone that the freckled subject of my torment inadvertently called me beautiful the other day, then quickly stuttered around a way to cover up his little lip slip…
YEP. It happened. & I almost fainted. Into a hot grill.
