Archive for May, 2012

The Static On The Line

Friday, May 18th, 2012

After finding the website, I Wrote This For You dot me, I immediately bought the book, of course — titled after the website: I Wrote This For You by Pleasefindthis. And in it, I found some of the most beautiful, raw snippets of thought prose. One of the passages that stands out to me right now is titled, “The Static On The Line”. It says,

Don’t talk to me like you know me. Talk to me like you love me.

Incredible, eh? So, why not? Why don’t we talk to people like we love them, like we adore them? Why are we often harshest to those we are closest with? He writes about this on his blog too, in a post titled “The Closeness of Shadows” where he says,

You still believe you’re allowed to hurt the people who love you more than anyone else.

Why is that? =/ That is so sad. Let’s stop, shall we?

And definitely, read the book and the website.

I could have…

Monday, May 14th, 2012

I could have written this myself… I did not but, I could have. It tastes like my words but I so rarely share my poetic side…

I found this place and love it. I wrote this for you

Happy Bird Day 2012

Saturday, May 5th, 2012

I love birds. The 4th of May is Bird Day. So, I celebrated in an owl-fit I made from scratch. Me, myself, and I. =) How fun!!! Well, I made the dress and sign and bought the socks and hat.

Creative Self-Loathing

Thursday, May 3rd, 2012

I think too much. Lately, more than usual and for whatever reason my thoughts are not in my favor. I am so thankful to have such a magnanimous brain and endless creative imagination but some days all of the resources of both work against me. Here, listen to a nice song while you stick around and read.

Joshua James – Lovers Without Love

I wonder if “I am sorry” means anything after you continue to do the same thing over and over and over. I know for some, it doesn’t. For people like me, well I am infinitely forgiving and tolerant. I don’t know why. I just don’t like to hold grudges or stay upset. Mostly, I forget what I was upset about in the first place. This helps. Others can recall how you gave them a dirty look in the 2nd grade and remain angry till their grave. For what it is worth, I am sorry for being flaky, for being needy, for being a pain, for not being around, for anything…for everything.

Gah.