So today one of the colder days, its raining / snowing like crazy and all I can think about is yard work. I was actually really upset and yelled at the chair for getting in my way, All because I am harboring some anger because I want to do yard work, and make my yard look great again ( After going through a summer where the yard had everything pulled up and a summer and winter of nothing but mud -Thanks werewolf) but I want to make shit look good!
“True fortitude is not to fear death; for death is nothing more than a certain separation of soul from body, and this he will not fear, who desires to be alone.”—Plotinus | An Essay on the Beautiful (via blogut)
There is a point in life where you have to be a realist and realize that person you’re waiting on will never be who you need or what you expect. That is when you need to move on and just let go.
That is what I am doing.
“The paradox is that I am most myself and least burdened by self when I’m writing. Hours can vanish. Sometimes hours spent on one sentence, which is not so good, but I do love it. I didn’t begin by loving it. I began in the Flannery O’Connor camp of “I love to have written.” I never thought it was fun. I was always in a crisis of anxiety. There were a couple of people at Iowa who said they loved writing, and I thought, “Wow, really? That’s weird.” I’ve come to love it. But I’ve also become far more addicted to it. It really is this thing that I have to do.”—Kathryn Harrison (via ohladieshowlovelyyouallare)
I actually know its fake and not just because a million people also believe it, but because the girl was 15, does that girl look 15? Also because one of my good friends who was stationed and moved to NC knows him.